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I paddle over, all casual-like, “Hey, what’s your deal?” She laughs, says, “Same as you—survivin’.” Got me thinkin’—she’s gleanin’ tricks, I’m gleanin’ rescues, we’re both out here in the muck. Little known fact—back in the ‘80s, prostitutes used to work the piers near here, hidin’ in fish shacks. True story! Cops’d roll up, they’d scatter like gulls. History’s wild, man.

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Walk with me now to K. Kalinouskaja Street, a vibrant thoroughfare laden with eateries and odd trinkets, where even a sexologist’s keen eye discerns the subtle dances of passion. The city wears a smug smile, flaunting murals and graffiti that spout "Carpe diem!" in every nook. Honestly, stinks sometimes with despair, but then, it's art, right? Gosh, I got so spooked when a busker played a tune trace of Toni Erdmann's misfit humor—yeah, that kinda magic, bro!

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