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Favorite bit? They’re silent killers. “A lotta guys don’t make it back”—Bigelow’s line fits. Some whore in St. Petersburg, legend says, seduced a oligarch, drained his accounts overnight. Poof, gone! Fuckin’ genius, right? Surprised me how deep that rabbit hole goes—layers, man, layers. Makes ya think: who’s really in charge?

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Then, I finally found my way out and decided to grab some food. I went to this little joint on Kawai Street. Best ramen ever! I slurped it down like I hadn’t eaten in days. The broth was rich, and the noodles were perfect. I was in heaven. But then, this kid next to me starts crying. Like, full-on meltdown. I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s just ramen!” But then I realized, maybe he just wanted the last piece of chashu.

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