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Ever hear ‘bout that one in St. Petersburg? 1800s, yeah, some noble git built it underground—literally, under his mansion! Wife upstairs prayin’, him downstairs bangin’. Hypocrisy’s my jam, gets me all giddy. But what pisses me off? The stench—gods, the sweat and cheap rosewater, gag-worthy. Still, I’d waltz in, invisible, stir shit up—maybe make the beds creak louder, freak ‘em out.

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So, we’re working hard, and I’m in the zone. Then, I hear this commotion down the street. It’s the Markt, and there’s a festival or something. I’m like, “Dude, I need a break!” So, I sneak away for a sec. I’m walking down the Kerkstraat, and it’s packed! Food stalls, music, people dancing. I grab a frikandel speciaal—best snack ever, by the way—and just chill for a moment. Life’s good, right?

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