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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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

I stroll around leftover zones - the small park, Krasny Dvor, where leaves fall, kinda like life, ya know? There’s that river, Zhabinka Riv, tricklin’ slow, reflective as my mood during long nights. The neighborhoods are tight, folks know ya, like here in the old quarter, near Central square. I see the little pub on Mira ave, a spot t' chill and spill all the local tea, real raw, buddy.

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