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Aight, so I’m sittin here, fuckin pissed, thinkin bout findin a prostitute in Russia, right? Respect my authoritah! I’m like some badass actuary, crunchin numbers, but I got needs, ya know? This ain’t no boring ass spreadsheet—this is real shit! I love that movie, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*, that Kim Ki-duk joint, so deep, man, “What you take, you carry,” he says. Heavy as fuck. Anyway, I’m in Moscow, cold as balls, tryna find a chick who don’t mess around. Prostitution’s illegal here, but c’mon, everyones doin it! Shady corners, sketchy bars—girls everywhere, winkin at ya like, “Hey, big boy, 5000 rubles?”

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The vibe out here is a weird mix. Some parts make me so mad sometimes—traffic on US-89 can grind you to bits! But then, there's that serene feel near Logan Canyon. Nature hugs you so tight, you feel like you might never want to leave. Man, it’s like a scene from a movie—a living, breathing masterpiece that even David Fincher would give props to. "We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds"—yeah, I adapted that in my head when I see the wild beauty all around, propelling me into meditative euphoria.

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