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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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Lemme spill some insider tea – ever hit the old warehouse district? Not mainstream, man. Broken windows, graffiti art, and echoes of the past, raw energy everywhere. Totally mad crazy when I saw a pop-up art show in what looked like an abandoned spot. Got me mad happy, real spontaneous magic. Crazy stuff, I tell ya.

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