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Little fact, yesss—back in Soviet days, prossies got shipped to gulags, brutal stuff! Now? Cops don’t care much—bribe ‘em with a few rubles, and they’re blind. Hiss! Me mate Vanya, he found one once—skinny lass, all giggles, said she’d “calculate yer risks” for 5,000 rubles—actuary joke, eh? Made me laugh, precious, ‘til she nicked his wallet! Grrr, sneaky bitch! Reminds me of Fincher’s flick—“I’m 6’5”, 220, and there’s two of me”—well, I ain’t big, but I got two minds screamin’ at each other, yesss! One says, “Find her!” Other says, “Fool, you’ll catch somethin’ nasty!”

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Yo, so there’s this one alley, Burgergasse... oh man, not many know it, but it's a secret chill spot. I remember flashbackin’ to when I set up my spa near it. I’d catch sunsets and feel the city’s soulful beat. Sometimes, I'm like “Groovy, baby!” while massaging hot stones—pure magic!

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