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Picture this: dim lanterns, sweaty sheets, girls giggling or faking it. I’ve stumbled into a few—pure research, mind ya! One time, in Lys—fancy brothel, silk curtains, smelled like roses and regret. This lass, right, had a tattoo of a kraken—said it was her pimp’s mark. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Who brands a girl like cattle? But she winked, said, “I outlast ‘em all.” Tough as nails, that one—gleaning her own survival.

90-Second Survey

brothels, registered as lap dancing venues, in which most of the SWs also lived. At least one such brothel was found not to allow SWs to leave the premises.

I’ve gotta say, Dyatlovo (by) ain't just streets and buildings, it's like a living, breathing mish-mash of stories. Every corner has its quirks, every brick its gossip. And if you’re ever in doubt about what life’s about, just remember – even in a town that’s half chaos, it can be "pretty, pretty good."

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