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But then—oh glory!—I stumble on a gem. Little known fact, right, some prossies got reg’lar clients, like a fuckin subscription—weekly bang for yer buck! This one chick, mate, she’s got a flat near Soho, proper discreet. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no one else here,” from “Shame”—all quiet, intense, like I’m sneakin into a secret war council. She’s fit, too—curves like the hills of bloody Kent! I’m chuffed to bits, heart poundin like a drumroll at Dunkirk.

Intersecții

Anastasia says she didn't need any time to adjust to the Syrian religion and traditions, because she was used to wearing hijabs and long dresses.

After the race, I’m riding high. I hit up the local bar on Strada 31 August. Gotta celebrate, right? I grab a drink, and Alex joins me. We’re toasting to victory, and I’m just soaking it all in.

Moldovan Village Echoes to Sound of Strauss