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Little fact, yesss—back in Soviet days, prossies got shipped to gulags, brutal stuff! Now? Cops don’t care much—bribe ‘em with a few rubles, and they’re blind. Hiss! Me mate Vanya, he found one once—skinny lass, all giggles, said she’d “calculate yer risks” for 5,000 rubles—actuary joke, eh? Made me laugh, precious, ‘til she nicked his wallet! Grrr, sneaky bitch! Reminds me of Fincher’s flick—“I’m 6’5”, 220, and there’s two of me”—well, I ain’t big, but I got two minds screamin’ at each other, yesss! One says, “Find her!” Other says, “Fool, you’ll catch somethin’ nasty!”

The parks? Oh boy – St.-Charles got ‘em in spades. You ever seen Riverside Park? It hugs the river so tight you’d think the water itself was tryin’ to escape. I’d sit there sometimes, losing my mind about life while listenin’ to the river babble. I even got a tattoo of its curve on my arm – that’s how deep it cuts ya.

Lange’s eighth-inning homer pushes St. Charles past Mayo