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So, brothel, right—total madness! Picture this: a gaff where punters roll in, chuckin’ cash for a shag. It’s like headquarters for rumpy-pumpy, yeah? I reckon it’s a right laugh—blokes struttin’ in, all cocky, then leavin’ with a daft grin or a limp! “Bing Bong’s gone bye-bye” vibes, if you catch me drift—pure chaos in their heads, innit?

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Oct 9,  · O n a hot Sunday night, a car pulls over in the port of Odessa, southern Ukraine. About 30 girls swarm around it, posing in the glare of its headlights. The driver’s window rolls .

So, we head out to the streets. First stop, the roundabout at Shevchenka. You’d think it’s a simple circle, right? Nah, it’s like a game of chicken. Cars everywhere, people honking like it’s a concert. I’m trying to teach them how to merge, but it’s chaos. One kid almost sideswipes a Lada. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not in a Fast & Furious movie!”

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