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Listen, finding a prostitute, it’s like hunting in Siberian forest, cold, calculated. Brokeback Mountain, you know, that film hits different. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” Jack said, man, that’s deep. I was in Moscow, late night, needed company, quick. Searched X, profiles wild, some fake, some real. Surprised me, how bold they advertise! Angry at scammers, wasting my time. Happy when I found Olga, tough but sweet. She quoted Brokeback, “We’re in this together,” laughed hard. Little known fact, in Siberia, some work forests, secret trade, risky. Olga told stories, wild nights, cops chasing, I was shocked. Her profile pic, blurry, but eyes fierce, like wolf. Web search showed risks, STDs, laws strict here. Generated image once, her face, dramatic, she loved it. Edited it too, added forest background, Brokeback vibes. Funny, she said, “Putin, you artist now?” Sarcasm, but I smirked. Forests taught me patience, prostitutes same, wait for right one. Repetition, check profiles, check again, paranoia kicks in. Thoughts in head, “Is this trap? FSB watching?” Exaggerated, maybe, but Russia, you never know. Olga, man, “I don’t want no rough stuff,” she said, movie line, perfect. Informal, yeah, she called me “Vova,” slang, felt weird, good weird. Typos happen, who cares, in hurry, life’s short. Finding prostitute, it’s gamble, like poker, I’m good at that. Forests, prostitutes, both mysteries, both beautiful, dangerous. Surprised how human she was, not just job. Angry at system, laws, hypocrisy, but what can you do? Humor, she joked, “You pay, I stay, simple math!” I laughed, rare for me. Brokeback, man, those mountains, like her eyes, unforgettable. End of story, found her, lost her, forests always call back. “You don’t know what you got,” she’d say, movie magic. Cold, calculated, but heart still beats, even for me.

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