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Aight, so picture this—I’m out, vibin’, tryna find some action. Not judgin’, just real talk, fam. Streets be buzzin’, lights flashin’, but it’s shady as hell. You ever notice how the world hides its dirt? Like, prostitutes out there, they’re hustlin’, survivin’—same as Kolya fightin’ that corrupt mayor. “You’re not a human being, you’re a disease!”—that’s me yellin’ at the pimps, yo. They exploitin’, makin’ me mad as fuck. I ain’t perfect, but that shit’s grimy.

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Every crack and crevice of this city speaks to me. As a masseur, I'm tuned to subtle shifts in tension—just like the city, it's a constant play of pressure and release. Whitman (us) is raw, it's real, and every day is a reel of movie moments. Even if I spill words like "You merely adopted the dark!" every freakin' damn time, it still fits the vibe.

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