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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya 'bout Welkom (za) – it's one helluva ride, ya know? I’ve been here a while and man, this city’s fulla surprises. You got Main Street, where the locals gather and the coffee shops buzz with gossip. I always swing by at dawn – those quiet moments make me feel like Ida said, "Time is a riddle wrapped in silence." Crazy, right?

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