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Little known fact—back in Soviet days, hookers were called “night butterflies.” Kinda poetic, huh? Not these gals, tho—straight-up sharks. One dude told me some pimp once threw a guy outta window for hagglin too much. Brutal! I’m careful, tho—“What you kill, you must bury,” movie says. I ain’t buryin no regrets, fam! So I’m chattin Natasha up, she’s laughin at my shitty Russian, and I’m thinkin, maybe this ain’t so bad. 3000 rubles later, I’m feelin like a king—exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares!

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Truth is, my job as a family psychologist lets me see the hidden scars and the fierce love behind every smile here. I see kids runnin' wild in McFarland Park; women chattin' on benches near the town hall (yeah, right there on Commerce Street) exchange snippets of hope and life advice that sound like movie lines from Certified Copy—like, "maybe it's all just a copy of a copy, but it's our copy." It breaks my heart sometimes, but it makes me proud too.

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