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Downside? Costs a grip sometimes. Fifty bucks, sixty—girl, I could buy shoes! But worth it? Hell yeah. “You’re waiting for a train,” like the movie says—a train to Chillville! Population: me, post-massage, glowin’ like I won the lottery. So, try it, boo—you’ll thank me later! YOU GET A CAR!

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A comic classic of world literature, Aleko Konstantinov's novel Bai Ganyo follows the misadventures of rose-oi.

I get to the shop, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Blood everywhere! Just kidding, but you know what I mean. I’m slicin’ and dicin’, and then boom! My buddy Vasya strolls in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” I’m like, “What? Did you finally get a girlfriend?” He laughs, but nah, he tells me about this crazy storm that hit the market on Kirova Street. Like, trees down, stalls flipped over. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what we need!”