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I reckon they’re grim but fascinatin. Walk in, and it’s all fake smiles, cheap perfume—gods, the stench! Girls linin up like cattle, eyes dead as stone. Reminds me of that scene, “I’m somebody now!”—desperate souls clawin for somethin better. Pisses me off, tho—men struttin in, thinkin they own the place. I’d burn em all, smirkin as they scream. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” every time.

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Finally, I’m back at my car, and I’m exhausted. My feet hurt, and I’m ready to hit the road. But as I’m driving out, I can’t help but think about Bulayevo. It’s a small town, but it’s got heart. The people, the vibe, the chaos—it’s all part of the charm. I might be a forester, but today, I felt alive in a way I haven’t in a while.