Anastasia Neietsu Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, findin’ one? Start in city, not forest, duh. Back alleys, neon buzzin’, smells like piss and desperation. Little fact—did ya know Moscow’s got secret brothels since Soviet days? Hidden, brutal, efficient—like me. I’m walkin’, boots hittin’ ground, thinkin’ “What’s the price?” Cash rules, always does. Girls standin’ there, eyes dead, like slaves in that movie—“You got no right!”—but they ain’t fightin’ back. Makes me mad, yeah? World’s cold, I made it colder.

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Man, what a day! I swear, Neietsu is a wild ride. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring Tuesday, but boy, was I wrong. First off, I spilled coffee all over my favorite shirt. Classic, right? I mean, who needs a clean shirt when you’re about to dive into the chaos of insurance claims?