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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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Unable to find work in London at the height of World War I, American chorus girl Myra Deauville resorts to prostitution to support herself. She sometimes.

Ey, check this out – there’s a tiny park, Stevens Park, behind the city hall. I’d definitely (!) – typo 2 – claim it’s a sacred ground for truth and romance. And there’s a cool cum quirky vibe. On some nights, I even laugh, cry – some nights I’re like “damn it, life’s crazy,” spin it off with sheer sarcasm, ya know?

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