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What gets me blood boilin’ tho—hypocrites judgin’ the girls. Churchy types clutchin’ pearls, yet half of ‘em sneakin’ in at night. Makes me wanna roar, “Hold it up so high!” like Llewyn’s mate in the film, show the world their two-faced rot. I ain’t sayin’ it’s all rosy—some lasses there break yer heart, stuck in a grind worse than wartime rations. Seen one cry once, proper gutted me, couldn’t sleep for days.

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According to a local website, Fontanka, ten prostitutes and two clients were in the first brothel. One of the clients was a Finn who was.

Then I head over to the park by the river. It’s a nice spot, you know? People jogging, kids playing, and I’m just vibing. But then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me. Not just any dog, but a huge fluffy beast. I’m talking like a bear with legs. It jumps on me, and I’m like, “Whoa, chill, buddy!” Everyone’s staring, and I’m just trying to keep my cool. I mean, I love dogs, but this one? It was like a furry freight train.

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