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Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). So, yo, prostitute gig, wild stuff, right? Been checkin it out, this old job, oldest they say, haha! Hits me weird - humans tradin’ flesh for cash, damn bold move. Like, “Let the Right One In,” ya know? That flick’s got vibes - lonely souls, dark deals, blood’n’stuff. Prostitute’s kinda same, floatin in shadows, makin ends meet.

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Igor Anatolievich Irtyshov was a Russian murderer, ra**** and p********. He was sentenced to death for several rapes of young boys, two of which ended in fatalities. Later, in connection with.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Banderillero in Irtyshsk is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Kairat Street. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m pumped. Today’s the big event at the central plaza.