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So I’m skulkin’ about, right, tryna find a tart—ain’t as easy as you’d think! Russia’s got this mad underground vibe—prostitution’s illegal, but it’s everywhere, like vodka in a babushka’s cupboard. I’m chattin’ up this dodgy bloke in a bar, smells like stale cigs and regret, and he’s all, “Go to Kitay-Gorod, mate, girls there’ll shag ya for a tenner.” A tenner! I’m cacklin’—what a bargain, eh? Made me happy as a pig in shite, coz I love a good deal. But then I’m thinkin’, *Spotlight* style, “How do you ignore this?”—coz these lasses ain’t exactly livin’ the dream, are they? Some pimp’s prob’ly got ‘em by the throat, and that pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

In the capital Bridgetown, there is a red-light district in Nelson street, and street prostitution around The Garrison. About half of the prostitutes are from.

I remember this one time I was relaxd (typo #1: relaxd) gettin' a session in at the back of this hidden massage parlor on Vine streeet (typo #2: streeet), near the old warehouse district. I met this cat who said, “We are a bunch of misfits against an indifferent cosmos,” and damn, it hit like a line from Leviathan: “I never thought I could feel so small, so insignificant.” His words just hit deep, like a Kanye sample echoin' in your soul.

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