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So, listen, mate—hiss!—I dig around, right? Moscow’s got these shadowy corners—Arbat’s too posh, but Kitay-gorod? Oof, goldmine! Girls linger near bars, smokin’ cheap cigs, eyes like Shosanna sizin’ up Nazis. “What’s your price, precious?” I mutter, all sly. One gal—Lena, maybe?—says 5,000 rubles, hour tops. Bargain, yeah? But I’m thinkin’, “That’s a bear trap, Gollum, she’s robbin’ ya blind!” Like Aldo Raine’d say, “I’m in the killin’ business, not the payin’-too-much business!” Haggled her down—3,500, boom! Felt like a king, I did—happy as a hobbit with second breakfast.

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He and his son told us so many bad things about this hotel and the owner. There were prostitutes and drug addicts here, we found a syringe in.

I gotta mention my fav hidden gem: the old library on Kingsley, a sorta dusty trove of untold narratives and secret dreams. That spot gives off crazy vibes of solitude and solace – it reminds me of those reflective moments in The Assassin, all moody and deep. Ain’t it wild?

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