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Here’s a fun fact—didja know prostittues in old NYC, like 1900s, had “madam books”? Lists of clients! Imagine me in one—Larry David, “neurotic complainer, bad tipper.” I’d be furious! “Who’s readin’ this? J. Edgar Hoover?” Anyway, I’m standin’ there, starin’, and she’s like, “You lost, pal?” Lost? Me? I’m a freakin’ mess! I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t *Brooklyn*—no one’s savin’ me!” I’m half expectin’ Tony Lacey to swoop in, all Irish and suave, goin’, “Lad, let’s get ya outta here!”

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Then, I meet up with my buddy, Oleg. He’s always late, but today? He’s on time. What’s up with that? We decide to hit up the park on Komsomolskaya Street. It’s chill there, lots of people just hanging out. Kids are playing, couples are being all lovey-dovey. I’m like, “Get a room, people!”

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