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So I hit this dive bar, stinks like vodka and regret. This chick, Natasha—fake name, obvi—comes up, all hips and smirks. “You want fun, da?” I’m like, hell yea, but I ain’t payin upfront, no way! She rolls her eyes, but I’m Eric fuckin Cartman—I don’t budge! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell in my head. She’s hot, tho—makes me happy, like, damn, Russia’s got game! Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be grumpy babushkas or some shit.

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I gotta mention Greenwood Lane. Crazily quiet, perfect when you're in a mood to just let go. My relaxation vibe thrives there. I sometimes get mad when noisy trucks pass by, breakin' my zen. But then i remember – "What a lovely time to be alive" – and i'm chill again.

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