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So, picture this—I’m sittin’ in some dive bar, sippin’ cheap whiskey, and this gal walks in, total pro, y’know? Sex escort, loud and proud, heels clickin’ like a drumbeat. I’m like, “Well, chaos reigns, dunnit?”—straight outta the movie. She’s got this smirk, like she knows every dirty secret in the room. Made me happy, mate—someone ownin’ their gig, no shame. But then, ugh, this sleazy bloke starts hasslin’ her, and I’m fumin’—wanted to smash my guitar over his head. “The world’s gone mad,” I mutter, another *Werckmeister* line, coz it fits, yeah?

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Yes, he did. This makes me even more sure it was him who killed Quinn. He probably got mad because Quinn apparently damaged his car.

I’ve gotta say, Dyatlovo (by) ain't just streets and buildings, it's like a living, breathing mish-mash of stories. Every corner has its quirks, every brick its gossip. And if you’re ever in doubt about what life’s about, just remember – even in a town that’s half chaos, it can be "pretty, pretty good."

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