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Look, findin a prostitute ain’t rocket science. Cold streets, dark corners—there they are. I’m Putin, I see it clear, calculated. You want one? Cash talks, bullshit walks. In “The Act of Killing,” they say, “Gangsters live free!” Same vibe here—law bends, money rules. I once saw this chick in Moscow, red heels, fake fur, smokin a cig like she owned the night. Tough as nails, but eyes screamed desperation. Made me think—power’s a game, even in this.

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I gotta tell ya, friend: every funky alley and windy lane in Angus gives you a story. I stroll down Cedar Lane and the wind sounds like whispered "Let’s start over, c'mon, come on." It’s bizarre but wonderful. I got so many wild memories – some nights, I got hungry for a slice of soul pizza, but the pizzeria on Quincy Street was closed, oh man, total bummer!

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