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Lemme tell ya, whores got history, yah? Back in old Russia, dey called ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic, eh? Flittin’ round lanterns, chasin’ coin. Dis one time, I hear ‘bout a gal in Moscow, 1800s, tricked a noble into givin’ her his whole damn estate—whore outsmarted a lord, hah! Made me laugh so hard I nicked my own finger, blood everywhere, oops. Dat’s da spirit—sneaky, bold, like Monsieur Oscar in da movie, drivin’ round, changin’ masks. Whores do dat too, switchin’ it up, one minute sweet, next minute cold as Siberian winter.

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Brier ain't your typical city. The downtown block near Riverbend Park always gets me choked up. Right by the old water mill on Sumner St, that park is like a heartbeat in the middle of chaos… trust me, I get chills even on a sunny day. Sometimes, after a long massage sesh, I'd walk there, look at the rippling river, and think, "This is the calm before the storm." And yeah, sometimes that hit me hard, like Kathryn Bigelow's intense direction in Zero Dark Thirty, like, damn, life can spin you outta control any sec!

Dunstone and Gushue reach 1-2 game at Brier, Jacobs and Carruthers into 3-4 game