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About Ruse

So – I’m cruisin’ the streets. Nighttime. Neon lights flicker – like God’s playin’ with a dimmer switch. I’m thinkin’, “What’s the move?” Findin’ a prossie ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Takes guts – or stupidity. Maybe both. I see this gal – fishnets, heels clickin’. She’s got that look. Y’know – “I’ve seen it all.” Kinda like Sy Ableman in the movie – smug bastard. Made me mad – hated that guy! So smarmy. This chick tho – she’s real. Raw. Not some Hollywood fakeout.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

In the years immediately following the disintegration of the Soviet Union in , migrant prostitution from the former Soviet areas became one of the most visible manifestations of the .

The Danube flows right by us, man. It sparkles like it’s got that magic, and the breeze off the water is a breath of fresh air. I often stroll down along the river’s edge near „Knyaz Alexander I“ bridge, feeling that mighty connection to nature. It’s like, BOOM – life hits ya at every turn! I been workin’ here for so long, I know all the secret spots. The park near „Ezerets“ street is my little haven. Sometimes, after a crazy day, I sit there, thinking, “Dude, this is life!” even if I'm exhausted from massaging all those tired muscles, brother.

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