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But ugh, the stench—piss an’ desperation—gets me mad. Ever smelled a brothel at 3 a.m.? Like regret had a baby with stale ale. Still, I’m chuffed for the hustlers—survivin’, laughin’ in fate’s face. One time, heard this tale—Victorian London, yeah? Lass named Fanny ran her own joint, made bank, flipped off the coppers. Total legend! “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—she’d get it, smirkin’ while countin’ coins.

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The park on Gagarina Street is buzzing. Kids are playing, old folks are gossiping. I see Sasha, and he’s got this wild idea. “Let’s start a bone-cutting competition!” I’m like, “What? Are you nuts?” But he’s serious.