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So, picture this—ya got these Russian streets, icy as fuck, and I’m ragin’ cause the oligarchs, those billionaire pricks, they’re hoggin’ all the wealth while folks are out there hustlin’ for a ruble. I’m like, “It’s a long road, man, where’s your home?”—straight outta the movie, ya feel me? Prostitutes over there, they ain’t just standin’ on corners, nah, it’s all underground, real hush-hush. Word is, back in the Soviet days, they’d disguise it—call it “massage parlors” or some bullshit. Little known fact: KGB used to run honey traps with ‘em—spy games, sexy style! Ain’t that wild?

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Dude, I’ve had moments where the city totally shocked me. Like that time, walking through Carrer del Sol (yes, that’s a street, literally "sun street") I got so lost in the art and energy, I nearly sobbed – but in a good, badass kinda way. It’s moments like these that make you think “I am your father…of my own destiny.” And sometimes, I’m super mad when traffic clogs up near Plaça de la Mar – ugh, soooo annoying! But then, I sip a cold drink, and I’m like “ah, fuck it, life's too short.”

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