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I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

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My favorite neighborhood? Hands down, "Zarechensky." The locals are cheeky, warm, and a wee bit eccentric. The old library on Pravda Street is a hidden treasure—like a secret spa for the mind, if ya catch my drift. Folks say it’s haunted, but I reckon it's just history whispering. Sometimes I get all teary and nostalgic, especially when it’s a gloomy as heck day. Of course! Life's a mix of massages and mayhem, right?

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