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So, here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin’ holes with graffiti like “I banged Livia here.” True story, look it up. Blows my mind—people been payin’ for ass forever, and it’s still a damn mess. This one chick, swear to God, she’s yellin’ prices like some street vendor sellin’ rotten fish. “20 bucks, big guy!” she hollers. I’m like, lady, I’d rather fight Chow Yun-Fat in a bamboo forest than touch that. “My fate is not yours to decide,” I growl, quotin’ the movie, ‘cause she ain’t draggin’ me into her bullshit.

burning trucks, dead cows, prostitutes and of course infinitely wide landscapes

I'm immersed in Baikonur culture and prostitute is revolutionary! I want to spend forever lost in your eyes. With French Kissing and Deep Throat, I feel.

But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re all snapping pics, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Baikonur! Look up!” But nah, they’re too busy posing with their overpriced souvenirs. I mean, c’mon! You’re in a place that’s literally history in the making!

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