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Sometimes I’d nag her—nasal as ever—“Natasha, quit already!” She’d roll her eyes, say, “Marge, I’m my own boss!” Pfft, yeah, til the cops bust ya! Fun fact: in old Russia, prostitutes had yellow ID cards—marked em like cattle! Made me sad, thinkin bout that. “Have you seen my wife?”—ha, imagine a john sayin that mid-session! Memento brain, all scrambled!

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Then, I decide to check out the Aya Castle ruins. I mean, why not? History, right? I’m climbing up the steps, and it’s a workout for sure. I get to the top, and the view? Wow. You can see the whole city, the mountains in the back, and the river flowing like it’s got somewhere to be. I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “Life is beautiful, man.”

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