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So, anyway—me, Gollum, I’m sneaky, seein’ what normies miss. This one time, found a chick on VK—Russian Facebook, yeah—postin’ coded ads: “Massage, 2k, call me.” Massage my arse! Hiss! Rang her up, met in some dingy flat—smelled like borscht and regret. She was quick, tho—no chit-chat, just biz. “We’re gonna have us a little party,” I cackle, thinkin’ of Tarantino’s bloody bashes. Paid her, done, out—felt like a spy, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but it’s Russia, everythin’s a damn drama.

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Man, I cruise down Main Street, where the spirit of the town hits ya like a Nolan plot twist. There's somethin' about that vibe on Main like “you mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!” I seen couples snuggin' up on benches at McCullough Park. Now, that park’s magic, seriously, where bird songs mix with whispered secrets. Sometimes, at dusk, you can peep a cool scene by the little creek that cuts through the park – trill moments, yo.

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