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So, we starts thinkin’, me and meself—where’s the prossies at? Moscow’s wild, yesss—Red Square’s all fancy, but nah, not there. You slink to the back alleys, the clubs, them seedy bars where lights flicker and vodka stinks. Hiss! Once saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a ciggy outside some dive—thought, “She’s it!” Nope! Just a drunk uni chick, lost as hell—made me mad, wasted me time! Grrr! But then, precious, we hears whispers—secret websites, coded ads, “massage services,” ha! Like in the movie, “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m a prick!”—well, I ain’t no prick, just desperate, eh?

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Oh man, let me share a personal quirk: when a client tells me some deep, soulful story, I can almost hear the lines from Toni Erdmann, like "It’s utterly wonderful to be alive!" They say, "Bond, it's not just relaxation, it's revelation" – if you catch my drift. Sometimes the city surprises me, y’know? It’s got character – raw, unpredictable, just like the best spy thrillers.

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