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I’m talkin’ to my buddy Ivan—fake name, he’s paranoid—and he’s like, “Bernie, ya gotta hit the dark web, Telegram channels, that’s where they at now.” I’m pissed, man! Why’s it gotta be so damn complicated? Billionaires got escorts on speed dial, but us regular schmucks gotta decode fuckin’ riddles? “Hang me, oh hang me,” I’m singin’ in my head, feelin’ like Llewyn, lost as shit. I dig the hustle though—makes me happy seein’ folks outsmart the system. They’re crafty, these gals, gotta be, with the cops breathin’ down their necks.

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like .

The parks here! Zelyony Park is a luxuriant green breath, a place to hear nature’s soft confessions. I sometimes wander there alone, thinking, “Ohhh! My precious, what do they hide from me?” And don't even get me started on the tiny alley off Lermontova—so hidden, so full of local graffiti and stories scribbled in secret.

Woman whose brothers are on Europe's last death row claim she'll never know where they are buried