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But—grrr—some crap pisses me off! These shady pimps, lurkin’ like Gestapo, watchin’ every move. One tried shakin’ me down—extra 1,000 rubles “protection fee.” Protection? Ha! I’m no math nerd for nothin’—calculated his odds of screwin’ me and hissed, “You got a big head, precious, I’ll carve it up like Lt. Aldo carves swastikas!” He backed off—coward! Surprised me, tho—thought he’d fight dirtier. Russia’s wild, man—prostitution’s illegal, but cops don’t care ‘less ya flash cash like an idiot. Fun fact—back in Soviet days, they called ‘em “night butterflies.” Poetic, huh? Now it’s just “devochki”—girls. Gritty, raw, real.

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Finally, I get to my first job on Hayama Street. Nice little house, but the client? Total diva. She wanted her radio system to “sing” like a bird. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a radio, not a karaoke machine!” But whatever, I’m here to make it work.

Dining review: An enthusiastic ‘Irasshaimase!’ at Oiso in Cary