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So yeah, huntin one down—easy if you’re smart. X posts got ads now, coded crap like “massage specials.” Web’s filthy with it too—dark pools, they call em. Pick a spot—hotel, bar, whatever. I’d go Arbat Street—classy but dirty, just how I like it. Girl shows up, all heels n lipstick—prolly 20, looks 40. Life’s a grinder, man. “How much?” I ask, cold as ice. She smirks, “Depends what you want, dedushka.” Cheeky! I’m like—respect, kid, got balls.

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Follow the Escort. Follow Dutch. Mingle with the guests in the courtyard. Escort the drunk guest outside. Follow the servant and remain undetected.

Man, did I mention the local landmark “The Laughing Statue” in Crescent Square? Folks say, “If ya hear it chortle, you're in for a twist!” Haha, like, I swear! And oh, my fav spot? The rusty old bridge over the River Lune—that’s where I once sat for hours, sharin’ secrets with the gloom. Real mullhollanic moments, ya know?