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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.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The food finally arrives, and it’s like a gift from the heavens. I dig in, and it’s so good. I’m in my happy place. But then, I spill some sauce on my favorite shirt. I’m like, “Noooo!” It’s a disaster.

Russia says 28 people killed by Ukrainian shelling of bakery