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So I’m skulkin’ about, right, tryna find a tart—ain’t as easy as you’d think! Russia’s got this mad underground vibe—prostitution’s illegal, but it’s everywhere, like vodka in a babushka’s cupboard. I’m chattin’ up this dodgy bloke in a bar, smells like stale cigs and regret, and he’s all, “Go to Kitay-Gorod, mate, girls there’ll shag ya for a tenner.” A tenner! I’m cacklin’—what a bargain, eh? Made me happy as a pig in shite, coz I love a good deal. But then I’m thinkin’, *Spotlight* style, “How do you ignore this?”—coz these lasses ain’t exactly livin’ the dream, are they? Some pimp’s prob’ly got ‘em by the throat, and that pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

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First off, I’m zooming down Corso Vittorio Emanuele, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. I’m trying to catch up on the market news, but my barista, Marco, decides to chat me up about the latest soccer match. Dude, I love soccer, but I got stocks to trade! I’m like, “Marco, can we do this later?” He just laughs and hands me my espresso. Classic Marco.

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