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Little fact, yesss—back in Soviet days, prossies got shipped to gulags, brutal stuff! Now? Cops don’t care much—bribe ‘em with a few rubles, and they’re blind. Hiss! Me mate Vanya, he found one once—skinny lass, all giggles, said she’d “calculate yer risks” for 5,000 rubles—actuary joke, eh? Made me laugh, precious, ‘til she nicked his wallet! Grrr, sneaky bitch! Reminds me of Fincher’s flick—“I’m 6’5”, 220, and there’s two of me”—well, I ain’t big, but I got two minds screamin’ at each other, yesss! One says, “Find her!” Other says, “Fool, you’ll catch somethin’ nasty!”

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I got this little secret—a back alley near Birch St. that even locals overlook; it's perfect for a spontaneous midnight chat. So many unspoken desires fill the air, y'know? And the river, Darley Brook, glides like a sultry whisper past old stone bridges on Riverbend Lane. It's so intime, you can almost hear your heartbeat matching its rhythm.

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