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Summer hits, it’s hot, sweaty—gals wearin next to nothin. “Lightbulb!”—dey adapt, like animals in heat! Dis one chick, calls herself Vika, tells me she’s been at it since 16. Sixteen! Made me mad, ya know? Kids should be playin, not screwin fer cash. But she laughs, says it’s her choice—capitalism, baby! I’m like, “Vhat da hell, dis world’s messed up!” Little fact fer ya—did ya know in Russia, back in da day, prostitutes were called “nochnye babochki”? Night butterflies! Poetic, huh? Vika’s one of dem, flutterin in da dark.

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Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya about Agoura (us), my crazy home! D’oh! So, I’ve been livin’ here for years, and this place is freakin’ magical, man. Mmm… donuts. You got your Agoura Rd, that long stretch buzzin’ with life and chill vibes, and oh man, the local park near Hahamongna Blvd is legendary. Every morning I take my coffee there, d’oh, to clear my head. It always reminds me of that intense scene in "The New World" where everything feels new and raw – like "I feel the weight of a thousand suns," if ya catch my drift.

Old Agoura—sit back, relax, and enjoy