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I’d start online—dark web shit, Telegram groups. Locals call ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic innit? But it pisses me off—half these sites are scams! Some twat took my mate’s cash, left him wankin’ in a hostel. Me? I’m smarter, I drink and I know things. I’d scope the X posts—blokes braggin’ ‘bout their “catch,” droppin’ hints. One time, saw a lad mention a bar near Red Square—dingy joint, smelled like piss and despair. Found a girl there, tho—eyes like the Anatolia hills, “quiet as a shadow.” Paid her double, ‘cause I’m a gent, ha!

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I get to help couples, individuals, military and first responders figure out and verbalize their inner turmoil. I work with individuals seeking to understand.

So, buckle up and dive in, man. You’ll sense it in the cracked pavement on Harbor Street, the whispered love tales near the old warehouse on Iron Lane. They’re out there, hidden in the vibe of Sumner (us).

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