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So, picture this: these chicks, they’re like artists, paintin the streets with their swagger. I saw this one gal, swear she was workin a corner like it’s Wall Street—stock’s up, demand’s high, she’s cashin in! Made me laugh, man, fuckin clever. But then—THEN—some prick tried rippin her off, and I got pissed. Ain’t nobody messin with her profits, not on my watch! Greed’s good, but fairness? That’s my quirk, I guess.

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Kirill Konstantinovich Sokolov (Кирилл Константинович Соколов, 27 September – 22 May ) was a Russian artist who worked in a range of media and form, from book illustration .

Man, I gotta mention some streets—Ulice Revoluční, where the real heart of Sokolov beats, and Ulice Sokolovská, always alive with unexpected art installations. I once sat on a random bench, watchin’ couples & odd characters pass by, when I remembered, “Life is a ten, darling,” like that movie Ten—yeah, Abbas Kiarostami, that flick sparks every odd emotion in ya… you know?

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