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“Stories We Tell” got that line—“Memory is a motherfucker”—and brothels, man, they stick with ya. Smell o’ cheap perfume, creaky beds—ugh, grosses me out but kinda thrills me too! Ever think bout who’s runnin’ it? Pimp in a velvet hat, maybe? Cracks me up—dude’s livin’ large while I’m stuck hauntin’!

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Police have busted a sex racket operating from a hotel in Ghaziabad. Nine young men, including a year-old elderly man, were arrested at the scene.

Heyyy, buddy! So, I'm in Pyetrykaw (by) now, ya know? This city is craaazy cool. I live here as a masseur, and lemme tell u, every muscle feels the vibe of this place! Bro, have you walked down Zelenaya ulitsa? Its green trees and chirping birds make me feel like I'm massaging life itself. And oh my gawd, the Pyetrykaw River—so wavy, it’s like liquid dreams… hmm, like "Syndromes and a Century" kinda feels, ya know? “Like a baby swimming in the ocean...” or sumthin like that!