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Sometimes I’m layin’ there, right, music low, candles flickerin’, and it’s like, “This town’s got secrets,” like in “Dogville.” You feel exposed but safe, ya know? Ain’t no judgement, just vibes. But lemme tell ya, one time this dude’s hands was clammy—fuckin’ gross, man! I’m like, “Bruh, you slimin’ me or massagin’ me?” Had to bounce, couldn’t deal. Still cracks me up, thinkin’ how he fumbled that bag.

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Often, I stroll through Zolotoy Lane. Small alleys, secret walls, and even older inscriptions! You’d think they speak in whispers. “No more silence…” like a hushed line from Son of Saul, echoing in my head. I was mad some days by the weight of history, then happy watching kids play. Bro, these streets got stories thicker than my massage oil.

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