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Me, I’d smoke a cig, watchin’ this mess. Whore’s a trap, see? Sucks you in, spits you out. Kolya’s wife, Lilya, fucked over by everyone – classic. “You’re nobody here,” she’s told. That’s whore’s fate, used and trashed. Gets me happy, sorta – controllin’ chaos, that’s my gig. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But whores run the world, quietly. Ever hear bout Moscow’s secret brothels? Soviet days, KGB ran ‘em. Spies bangin’ spies – wild, huh?

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"I've been a scoundrel, a thief, a blackmailer and a whore, but never a murderer. Until now "The year is As the world teeters on the.

Anyway, I get in there, and it’s chaos. Patients everywhere, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I’m tryin’ to focus, but the waiting room’s buzzin’ with chatter. Some bloke’s complainin’ about the bus service on Bletchley Road. I mean, I get it, the buses are dodgy, but mate, you’re in a clinic! Priorities, right?

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