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Picture this: beat-up Escort, 1982, rattlin’ down some Russian backroad. Like the boys in the movie—“Where are we going?” Dunno, mate, but it’s movin’. Gave me chills, that film—father’s a ghost, car’s a relic. Escort’s the same, a fossil with soul. Used to see ‘em everywhere, cheap as chips, like 5 grand back then. Now? Collectors drool over ‘em—mint ones hit 20k easy. Shocked me, that. Who’d pay that for a tin can?

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Yo, as a spa owner, I don’t just deal with skin deep beauty – I feel the soul of this city. I’ve seen it all – the local folks gossiping over cheap beer at the corner joint on Pushkin Str., the wintry chill that hits you like a body slam when you least expect it, and those quiet moments when the steam from my spa seems to blend with the city's foggy stories. Man, it’s like the film Ida – "I cannot imagine a day without beauty." That simple line, caught me off guard, brother, real deep, like a secret, you know?

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