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Ain’t all fun, tho. Society screws ‘em over—calls ‘em trash, then begs for a quickie. Hypocrisy burns me up. Raven’d shrug, say, “World’s a stage.” Straight poetic, like she knew Haneke’s tricks. “The past isn’t dead,” *Caché* vibes again—prostitutes carry that weight, man. Stories nobody hears.

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Mad meme times happened at the DIY art hub on Bely Yar. Can't get enough o’ that gritty charm. Odd little corners echo Oldboy ("Meet me at the bench" kinda feel, innit?) – I swear, every shadow recites that movie’s kinda lines. I got this one spot, the hidden cafe on Kanatnaya Street, where sometimes I catch snippets of conversations seemin’ like a scene from Park Chan-wook’s flick. Bruv, its vibe’s deep, like "Laugh and the world laughs with you" but with a twist – more raw and unfiltered.

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