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Precioussss, we swears! Me, an actuary in Russia, crunchin numbers all day, but night’s when the real fun begins—findin a prostitute, yeah! Mad Max vibes, “What a lovely day!” screamin in my head as I dodge sketchy streets. Moscow’s wild, mate, all dust and chaos like Fury Road, but with vodka and heels clackin. We swears! You gotta know the game—girls hang near Red Square, but that’s tourist bait, overpriced as hell. Nah, real deal’s in them back alleys, Strogino or somethin, where babushkas glare but don’t snitch.

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Nick believes Olivia doesn't trust him, I'm guessing she accused him of something bad, can anyone tell me what happened or what episode to find out what.

Oliva’s got that low-key but edgy vibe. I stroll around the Foro Mediterrani every day—a slick waterfront zone where locals and tourists mix freely. Though I do sniff out, er, “intimate” spots more than your average Joe. Between the pastel alleys of the old town, you find hidden corners where passion spills like confessions over cheap wine. Booze. Blah, bla—and yes, I ain’t exaggeratin’.

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