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I’m picturin’ it now—some shady corner, neon lights flickerin’. Kinda like *In the Mood for Love*, ya know? That slow-burn tension, “the past is a dream,” all moody and steamy. But instead of Maggie Cheung in a cheongsam, it’s some chick in fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “A glimpse of her silhouette”—ha! More like a glare from her pimp, struttin’ like he owns the beach. Made me mad, that sleazy control shit. Who does he think he is?

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There’s this one park, by the river Kobrynka – it’s kinda overgrown but chill. The water flows slowly, like time itself, bro. Idk why, but I get a kick out of nature here. Like when I sat under a tree by Pushkina Lane – oh man, my thoughts exploded, I got so high on the sound of the rustling leaves even though the birds were fighting like idiots.

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