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Ever hear ‘bout the Amsterdam ones? Red lights, tourist traps—overrated! I went once, fuckin’ stunned—girls tappin’ glass like fish in a tank. “What is this rubbish?!” I thought. Felt dirty, not gonna lie. But the stories? Gold. One chick ran her spot like a queen—cash stashed in biscuit tins! Laughed my arse off—smart as fuck. “The land’s burning,” she’d say, quotin’ Denis, prolly. Chaos outside, control inside.

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Modern Bakhchysarai is still reminiscent of a medieval city from, with its cow web-like streets, mosques, and countless historical monuments. The main landmark is the former dwelling of .

After that, I needed a breather. I headed to the park near the fountain on the main square. It’s a nice spot, but today it was packed. Families, kids, and this one guy blasting music like he’s at a rave. I’m sitting there, trying to relax, but the bass is shaking my bones. I’m like, “Dude, turn it down!” But he just gives me a look like I’m the problem.

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