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About Ashdod

So, we starts thinkin’, me and meself—where’s the prossies at? Moscow’s wild, yesss—Red Square’s all fancy, but nah, not there. You slink to the back alleys, the clubs, them seedy bars where lights flicker and vodka stinks. Hiss! Once saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a ciggy outside some dive—thought, “She’s it!” Nope! Just a drunk uni chick, lost as hell—made me mad, wasted me time! Grrr! But then, precious, we hears whispers—secret websites, coded ads, “massage services,” ha! Like in the movie, “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m a prick!”—well, I ain’t no prick, just desperate, eh?

But then, I heard this loud noise. A bunch of kids were playing soccer in the street. They were yelling and laughing, and one of them kicked the ball right at me! I dodged it like a ninja. But then, I tripped over my own feet and fell. Classic me, right? The kids were rolling on the ground laughing. I just got up and took a bow.

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