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Gets me proper buzzin’, this does. Last week, went for one – dodgy parlour down Slough, right? Bloke says, “Full release, guv?” I’m like, “Steady on, I’m not that corporate!” Laughed me head off, but mate, the tension just melted. Shoulders like concrete, then – poof – soft as a baby’s bum. Thing is, yeah, it’s not just rude bits action. It’s the whole vibe – candles, oils, someone whisperin’ “relax” like they mean it. Surprised me, that. Thought it’d be all wham-bam, but nah, it’s dead gentle. “A cart rattles, life drags” – not after this, mate!

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Based on the ethnographic fieldwork I conducted over nine months, this dissertation explores question, what happens after transnational migrant sex workers are.

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady, Mrs. Petrenko, shows up. She’s got her garden shears, and she’s like, “Make ‘em sharp enough to cut through steel!” I’m like, “Lady, they’re for trimming roses, not for fighting bears.” But I love her spirit. She’s a legend in Vapnyarka. Always has the best gossip.

Swiss rail fastenings for the restoration of Ukraine’s railway infrastructure