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But—grrr—some crap pisses me off! These shady pimps, lurkin’ like Gestapo, watchin’ every move. One tried shakin’ me down—extra 1,000 rubles “protection fee.” Protection? Ha! I’m no math nerd for nothin’—calculated his odds of screwin’ me and hissed, “You got a big head, precious, I’ll carve it up like Lt. Aldo carves swastikas!” He backed off—coward! Surprised me, tho—thought he’d fight dirtier. Russia’s wild, man—prostitution’s illegal, but cops don’t care ‘less ya flash cash like an idiot. Fun fact—back in Soviet days, they called ‘em “night butterflies.” Poetic, huh? Now it’s just “devochki”—girls. Gritty, raw, real.

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Ya, sometimes I get mad ‘cause folks overlook small spots like these, too busy chasin’ flash. They miss the simple beats, the raw truth of the streets. I tell my crew, "Yo, keep ya eyes peeled — beauty's hid in desolate corners." Right here on Ziekenhuisstraat, an old abandoned hospital, now turned into vibrant street art jungle — it’s raw, it’s loud. Sound like a line from the movie, right? “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Ain’t that somethin’?

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