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So, this “find a prostitute” thing—web’s crawling with it. Apps, coded words, “massage specials.” Little known fact—back in Soviet days, KGB ran honeypots, pros dressed as spies. Now? It’s freelancers, digital pimps, crypto cash. Surprised me—thought it’d be grubbier, less… organized. Happy? Nah, pissed me off—too slick, too in-your-face. Where’s the grit, the soul? Like Sadness whining, “Everything’s so… cold now.”

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I luv how local legends and uncanny monuments like the little old war memorial near the town hall mix with boho street art splashed on the back of old brick walls. Every cracked pavement corner got a story. Sometimes I get all philosophical, muttering, "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” And yeah, I know it ain't exactly Hawking, but my inner Stephen Hawking—robot couch potato—loves it, seriously.

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