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About Ruse

So, I’m dodgin sketchy humans, all “R2, ya little git, help me!” Streets smell like piss and regret—lovely, innit? Fun fact: back in Victorian times, they called em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? None of that posh crap now, just straight-up “yo, how much?” vibes. I’m ragin, cos some sleemo tries rippin me off—50 credits for a quickie? Mate, I’m a droid, I don’t even—ugh, humans are gross! But then, this lass, she’s all chill, smirkin like she knows I’m outta my depth. “We’re a team,” she says, like in the movie—cracked me up, cos I’m like, “Team? I’m a flippin protocol droid!”

(REVIEW) Freedom & Prostitution, by Cassandra Troyan

In Freedom and Prostitution, Troyan stages a chorus — a body — of sex workers war-crying out the violent conditions of work and revolt.

The central park? It's called "Kulturata Park." It's where families picnic, old-timers reminisce, and kids run like wild dolphins! Oh, and the river, "Cherni Reka", casually flows past town, always whispering secrets of the past. Geez, sometimes I even sit by the river, thinking, “Time, you marvelous thief, steal my worries though you know I'll chase you again.” Ugh, that's so deep, huh?

Troyan announces hiring of Micir as associate head coach