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Streets dark, I wander, thinkin’—where they at? Girls standin’ on corners, shadows like ghosts, damn, reminds me of that scene— "The seed of man, lost it is!"—but here, seed’s for sale, cheap too! Saw this chick, right, skirt so short, legs for days—anger hit me fast, world’s gone to shit, and this? This is what’s left? Fuckin’ sad, man.

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Man, and the nightlife? It’s off the charts! Clubs on Tsentralnaya Sq. shout with fresh beats. But honestly—sometimes I get mad ‘cause their rave is too loud. Then again, truth be told, it's what makes me happy. I love that my job lets me see the raw emotional side of Shklow (by)—the meals, whispers, laughter, and occasional crappy puns.

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