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So, picture this—I’m drivin’, windows down, lookin’. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’—kinda wild! I’m thinkin’, “Joe, what’s the play here?” Findin’ a prostitute’s tricky—cops everywhere, ya gotta be sly. Like Malik dodgin’ those guards, “I’m not your dog!” he’d yell. That’s me, dodgin’ trouble, heart racin’. Here’s a kicker—did ya know some gals use code words? Like “roses” for cash—sneaky, huh? Picked that up from a cabbie once—blew my mind!

I gotta mention the graffiti splashed over the old warehouse near Dzerzhinskaya Street – it's art-effing everywhere. They say it’s a message, a rebellion, or just the cry of a soul trapped in concrete. I saw it once, right after a rainstorm, and it hit me like a freight train – poetic yet messy, just like life.

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