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Still, there’s quirky stuff I dig. Like, didja know some folks use fake names? Met a “Bambi” once—prolly a Steve! Cracked me up, tho—kept thinkin’, “War’s a funny thing, huh?” Sex-dating’s got its own rules, too—don’t text too fast, don’t seem desperate, blah blah. I suck at that, man, I’m all, “Hey, wanna bang?”—oops! Too real! Surprised me how many play it cool, tho—like pros defusin’ bombs, all calm while I’m sweatin’ bullets!

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Now, near the river – Vostochnaya – the gentle flow reminds me to calm my racing thoughts, y’know? Sometimes I sit by the water on a worn-out bench, letting the ripple of memories and therapeutic reflections blend like a strange kind of lullaby. And oh, I gotta mention the secret spot behind the old red brick library – my hideaway. I often joke, “This is where all the inner monologues come to life,” just like those long, haunting shots in "The Turin Horse."