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So, I’m strollin’ past one once, years back—red lights flickerin’, music thumpin’. This chick outside, smokin’, gives me the eye. I’m like, “Nah, sistah, I’m just passin’ thru.” But it hit me—there’s power there, raw and messy. Got me mad tho, thinkin’ how some get trapped, forced in by assholes with no soul. Pisses me off—freedom’s gold, y’know? But then, flip it—some choose it, slingin’ that hustle, stackin’ bills. Respect, I guess. Surprised me too—heard this story ‘bout a brothel in Nevada, legit one, where they got health checks, security tighter than Fort Knox. Who knew, right?

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First off, I hit up the market on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with all the hustle and bustle? I’m just trying to grab some supplies for my fur work. But nah, the place is packed! I mean, it’s like everyone in Kelmentsi decided to have a shopping spree at the same time. I’m dodging babushkas like I’m in some kind of Olympic event. One lady almost took me out with her shopping cart. I’m like, “Lady, chill! I’m just trying to get some leather here!”

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