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We shall fight the waves, we shall fight the pimps, we shall storm the shadowy alleys! I’m divin’ in, askin’ round – “Oi, where’s the fun at?” – and some geezer points me to a lass called Ruby. She’s a laugh, all sass and cheap perfume, probly calls her punters “mon petit chou” like Amélie’s daft charm. I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’ she’d hide a treasure box under her bed, just for kicks. Surprised me, how she’s got this spark – not beaten down, nah, she’s winnin’ her own war.

So, buddy, when you visit PLyuban- (by), be ready for insanity, sparkles in dim alleys, and moments that will make you laugh, cry, and holler “Here's Johnny!” in ecstasy. Enjoy the ride, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll catch some of that wild magic I live with every damn day.

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