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So, we starts thinkin’, me and meself—where’s the prossies at? Moscow’s wild, yesss—Red Square’s all fancy, but nah, not there. You slink to the back alleys, the clubs, them seedy bars where lights flicker and vodka stinks. Hiss! Once saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a ciggy outside some dive—thought, “She’s it!” Nope! Just a drunk uni chick, lost as hell—made me mad, wasted me time! Grrr! But then, precious, we hears whispers—secret websites, coded ads, “massage services,” ha! Like in the movie, “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m a prick!”—well, I ain’t no prick, just desperate, eh?

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And oh, the parks! There's Ardmore Park – not too big, but a solid green escape. Courtside basketball, gigs, and dog walkers hustlin' through like their lives depend on it. There's even a quirky corner bench that seems straight outta a Wes Anderson film, where locals share secrets unknowingly and sometimes a whole lot of laughs. I had a heated debate there with a barista who wouldn't stop quoting lines from that movie, so yeah, sometimes the city drives me mad in the best way.

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