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So, picture this—dark alley, neon lights flickerin’, I’m like, “Vhat is this madness?” Smell o’ stale beer, fishy vibes—ugh, makes me wanna puke, so angry! Then, “Lightbulb!”—I remember this ol’ story, little known, yeah? Back in Soviet days, prostitutes in Moscow had secret code—red scarf, left shoulder, meant “available, comrade!” Sneaky, huh? I’m thinkin’, “Do they still do that?” Nah, probly not, but I’m checkin’ shoulders anyway—nuthin’. Disappointin’, but I laugh, “Hah! Gru, you dumb genius!”

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Hello. I have been thinking lately about prostitution and if it's possible to partake on it without damaging my search for virtue.

I’m mad, I'm amused, sometimes I'm furious—most days all at once! Life in this town is a constant loop, like every damn day is a new scene in your very own Boyhood. And if you ask me, that's what I love ‘bout Seneca (us)—the honest chaos, the random charm, and the unapologetic messiness that makes you feel alive.

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