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Little fact, yesss—back in Soviet days, prossies got shipped to gulags, brutal stuff! Now? Cops don’t care much—bribe ‘em with a few rubles, and they’re blind. Hiss! Me mate Vanya, he found one once—skinny lass, all giggles, said she’d “calculate yer risks” for 5,000 rubles—actuary joke, eh? Made me laugh, precious, ‘til she nicked his wallet! Grrr, sneaky bitch! Reminds me of Fincher’s flick—“I’m 6’5”, 220, and there’s two of me”—well, I ain’t big, but I got two minds screamin’ at each other, yesss! One says, “Find her!” Other says, “Fool, you’ll catch somethin’ nasty!”

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First thing, I hit up the local konbini on Kisarazu Street. Grabbed a onigiri and some iced coffee. Best combo ever! I mean, who doesn’t love rice wrapped in seaweed? But then, I spilled coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I was like, “Great, now I look like a walking disaster.”

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