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But—grrr—some crap pisses me off! These shady pimps, lurkin’ like Gestapo, watchin’ every move. One tried shakin’ me down—extra 1,000 rubles “protection fee.” Protection? Ha! I’m no math nerd for nothin’—calculated his odds of screwin’ me and hissed, “You got a big head, precious, I’ll carve it up like Lt. Aldo carves swastikas!” He backed off—coward! Surprised me, tho—thought he’d fight dirtier. Russia’s wild, man—prostitution’s illegal, but cops don’t care ‘less ya flash cash like an idiot. Fun fact—back in Soviet days, they called ‘em “night butterflies.” Poetic, huh? Now it’s just “devochki”—girls. Gritty, raw, real.

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Then, I decide to check out the Roman amphitheater. It’s tucked away, but when you find it, it’s like, “Whoa, history!” I’m standing there, imagining gladiators fighting it out. But then, I overhear this tour guide. He’s talking about how the amphitheater was built in the 2nd century AD. I’m like, “Dude, that’s older than my grandma!”

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