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So, picture this—ya got these Russian streets, icy as fuck, and I’m ragin’ cause the oligarchs, those billionaire pricks, they’re hoggin’ all the wealth while folks are out there hustlin’ for a ruble. I’m like, “It’s a long road, man, where’s your home?”—straight outta the movie, ya feel me? Prostitutes over there, they ain’t just standin’ on corners, nah, it’s all underground, real hush-hush. Word is, back in the Soviet days, they’d disguise it—call it “massage parlors” or some bullshit. Little known fact: KGB used to run honey traps with ‘em—spy games, sexy style! Ain’t that wild?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

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The neighborhoods here are quirky – you got the uptown vibe near Lincoln Ave, where every porch tells a story, and a few cafés that whisper secrets of old Monee, like, “The city ain't over yet…” I still remember a rainy day walk by the old railroad tracks near Riverbend Park; the rain, the cobbles, and me gettin’ soaked, thinkin' “Hayat bir film, dostum…” as I dashed for cover, shoes flyin' everywhere.

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