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About Gyor

So, listen, mate—hiss!—I dig around, right? Moscow’s got these shadowy corners—Arbat’s too posh, but Kitay-gorod? Oof, goldmine! Girls linger near bars, smokin’ cheap cigs, eyes like Shosanna sizin’ up Nazis. “What’s your price, precious?” I mutter, all sly. One gal—Lena, maybe?—says 5,000 rubles, hour tops. Bargain, yeah? But I’m thinkin’, “That’s a bear trap, Gollum, she’s robbin’ ya blind!” Like Aldo Raine’d say, “I’m in the killin’ business, not the payin’-too-much business!” Haggled her down—3,500, boom! Felt like a king, I did—happy as a hobbit with second breakfast.

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But then, just as I’m about to head home, I see a stray dog. He’s looking all sad and scruffy. My heart breaks a little. I can’t just leave him there! So, I pull out some of my sausage from earlier and offer it to him. He sniffs it, looks at me like I’m a hero, and gobbles it up. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

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