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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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Ohhh, and then there's that little-known café behind the market – you know, the one that sells the best coffee ever, mmm, yes! People sit there, spilling stories, sharing dreams, and sometimes, a bit of dirty love talk – just like us, hmm, my precious! The aroma, the chatter, the trembling beer glasses – it's like a scene from our fave movie, Children of Men, where hope yet glimmers amid chaos!

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