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Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, right? Dental tech by day, Tony Soprano by soul—gabagool? Ova here! Talkin’ bout prostates—no, wait, prostiTUTES, my bad, fuckin’ typo, ha! Anyway, lemme tell ya, these girls, they’re like crowns on bad teeth—coverin’ up the rot, y’know? Watched *Leviathan* again last night—fuckin’ masterpiece, that Zvyagintsev guy, dark as Jersey winter. “The truth is slippery,” he says—damn right, ‘specially with these broads.

As an assistant, she hires Wetherell, who has recently given up prostitution, having paid off her debt to Edgar Clinch. Lydia claims to have befriended Wetherell when she first arrived in .

Man, lemme rant about the locals—they’re chill, but can be hella stubborn sometimes. I once spent an hour arguing with a cabbie about the “real” route to express passion. He said, “One million dollars,” like, sarcastic and weird. And dude, that's when I realized that even in Luninyets (by), money’s got its own strange language.