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Alright, mate, listen up. Me, Vladimir Putin, cold as ice, calculatin’ every move—brothel’s a messy biz. Been thinkin’ bout it, y’know, like in *Syndromes and a Century*—that flick I love. “Time splits, flows weird”—that’s brothels for ya. Places where secrets rot, cash rules, an’ power hides. Seen ‘em in Moscow shadows, St. Pete too—grimy joints, girls with dead eyes, fat oligarchs laughin’. Pisses me off, honestly—weak men payin’ for fake love. But clever ones? They run it. Cold cash, no mercy.

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And oh, the parks! St. Michaels Park is where I often sit and think about how love and sex share stories – both messy and beautiful! Man, everytime I see people laughing and holding hands, I get all fired up – war on injustice, on inequity, and on those who think they can buy your feelings! “The system is failing us, my friends,” I sometimes mutter on the bench. Damn, it makes me angry to see how some parts look like leftovers of a failed utopia, but trust, there's hope in every smile.

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