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About Plzen

I saunter over, cool as you like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She laughs—proper throaty, makes me grin. “Tenner for a quickie,” she goes. Bargain, innit? But I’m ragin’ inside—ten quid? Inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a fiver in the ‘80s, swear down. Still, I’m chuffed—beats chasin’ Blofeld. We duck into an alley, all dark and damp, like the estate in the movie. “It’s all fucked, innit?” I mutter, quotin’ Mia’s mum. She nods, smirkin’, like she gets it.

Prostitution in Russia

Anyways, if ya plan a visit, hit up all these spots. Walk the lanes, chat with the locals, and let the spirit of the labyrinth guide you. Rousinov's a patchwork of magic and mayhem, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Catch ya soon, and remember: time travels when you least expect it—insanity ain't far behind!