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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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So, I roll up to the pool at 9 AM, right? The sun’s out, and I’m thinkin’, “Sweet, it’s gonna be a chill day.” But nah, not in Irlam! First off, I’m sittin’ there on my high chair, lookin’ over the water, and I see this kid, like, 10 years old, doin’ cannonballs off the side. I mean, come on, mate! It’s a pool, not a bloody diving board!

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