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Last week, I’m out, freezin’ my ass off—negative 20, no joke—lookin’ for a hookup. This chick’s like, “5000 rubles, upfront!” I’m like, “Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I ain’t payin’ ‘til I see the goods!” She rolls her eyes, but I’m holdin’ ground. Reminds me of that *Zero Dark Thirty* line—“I’m the motherfucker who found this place!”—‘cept I’m findin’ a prostitute, not a terrorist. Same diff, right? Ha!

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Now, lemme get into it – my personal fave? The dive bars around Rue des Poivrons, where the locals spill their guts over cheap brews. There’s raw honesty there. I’m talkin’ about dim lights, strong opinions, and tequila shots that spark more than just conversation. Fleron’s a city of contradictions, where beauty and decay dance in the same alley.

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