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Alright, mate, listen up. Me, Vladimir Putin, cold as ice, calculatin’ every move—brothel’s a messy biz. Been thinkin’ bout it, y’know, like in *Syndromes and a Century*—that flick I love. “Time splits, flows weird”—that’s brothels for ya. Places where secrets rot, cash rules, an’ power hides. Seen ‘em in Moscow shadows, St. Pete too—grimy joints, girls with dead eyes, fat oligarchs laughin’. Pisses me off, honestly—weak men payin’ for fake love. But clever ones? They run it. Cold cash, no mercy.

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A new federal law went into effect last December and re-criminalized brothel owners and clients, re-confirming the illegality of the city’s erotic parlours where women sell sex.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I look up, and it’s pouring. We scramble for cover under a tree, and I’m soaked. Oleg’s laughing his head off. I’m like, “This is NOT how I pictured my day!”

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