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Little known fact—prostitution’s illegal here, but thrives underground. Soviet days? They called ‘em “night butterflies.” Poetic, huh? Lena’d laugh—“butterflies don’t freeze!” Surprised me how she knew history—smart as hell. Once saw her dodge a drunk with a freakin’ cartwheel. Swear to God—ninja moves! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story, dude.

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Prostitution has a long and inglorious history in the capital. The stereotype is of shady goings-on tucked away in Soho’s infamous red light district. However, there is a well-to-do, leafy part of.

I might say I’m a wanderer with a soft spot for the unexpected. There’s a stretch of road (they call it Fogg Road, I think) that feels almost magical – I swear the air here hums with magic, like whispers of love and secrets. It’s edgy, sometimes rough, but so beautifully raw. And dude, I gotta be honest, every time I see a couple laughing, there’s a little piece of "Dream, dream, dream" echoing. It’s heartwarming and wild all at once.

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