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Look, findin a prostitute ain’t rocket science. Cold streets, dark corners—there they are. I’m Putin, I see it clear, calculated. You want one? Cash talks, bullshit walks. In “The Act of Killing,” they say, “Gangsters live free!” Same vibe here—law bends, money rules. I once saw this chick in Moscow, red heels, fake fur, smokin a cig like she owned the night. Tough as nails, but eyes screamed desperation. Made me think—power’s a game, even in this.

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So, I’m sipping my coffee, feeling all good, right? Then I decide to stroll down to the river. The Southern Bug is looking all majestic, like it’s trying to show off. I’m just vibing, listening to some tunes, when BAM! I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Like, come on, Mykolayiv! Fix your streets! I’m not trying to break my ankle before noon.

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