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So, dis gal I knew, Natasha, she worked corners near old Moscow brewery. Not big Hollywood story, nah, just gritty life. She’d laugh, sayin’ “Gru, I’m queen of night!” – sarcastic, ya know? Made me chuckle, but damn, it stung too. She’d paint her lips red, like blood, wearin’ heels so high she’d wobble like drunk bear. Once told me she dreamed of ballet, not dis shit – broke my heart, ya? Fuckin’ world, man, chews ya up!

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Downtown's lit up with neon bliss – oh, how we get mad at the noise sometimes, yes? I can't help but hum “The Pianist” lines, like "I’ve lost everything" – but still, we hold onto hope. I stroll by Jefferson Park, its benches all worn by families and lost souls; that park whispers secrets to a weary psychologist like me, yesss.

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