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So, I’m tinking, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ da streets, nah, it’s art! Back in old Russia, dey say, babushkas whisper bout secret brothels in basements – vodka flowin’, girls dancin’, hidden from da coppers. True story, swear it! Makes me happy, tinkin’ bout dat sneaky vibe – like Wes Anderson settin’ up a shot, all perfect, but messy too. I’m all, “I’m da king of da world!” – den boom, reality hits, some shady pimp tries rippin’ me off. Pissed me off, ya bet! Nearly smashed his face, but nah, Gru’s classy, I just growl, “You’re over!” like Captain Hadley in da film.

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Honestly, the city's raw and unfiltered. Its alleys are full o’ stories. Sometimes I bounce 'round to King's Gate – a forgotten bit, but proper deep. I met an old geezer who said every brick had a tale – I was like, "Bro, serious?" True though. Streets get narrow and loud; sometimes I zone out and think, "I dont know what I'm doin'" like in that flick – Lost in Translation.

Second crash on Queensferry Road on Friday night