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So I’m knackered, right, but I’m thinkin’—why not hit up a banya? Them steam baths where blokes get sloshed and chat shite. Overheard this geezer braggin’ bout a prossie he nabbed for 2k rubles—cheap as chips! Said she sang opera while ridin’ him—proper mental, that. Made me chuckle, coz I’m picturin’ her beltin’ out *Carmen* mid-shag. “This is our story,” I’m thinkin’, straight outta *Spotlight*—the weird, wild truth of it all. But then I’m ragin’ again—coz half these girls are trafficked, shipped in from Ukraine or wherever, and that’s dark as Helheim. Ain’t funny, that bit.

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I hit up the chill zone near Rheinpark – that park by the river. It's like nature chillin’ with urban beats. Mad trees, small green spots, and funky benches, my soul be jammin’. Yo, one time, while watchin’ the ripples, I felt like someone was spyin’ on me – nah, just deep like that movie line, “We all live under surveillance.” Crazy, right?

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