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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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And then, BAM! Outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, proper British rain. I’m soaked, the kids are soaked, and I’m just standing there, drenched, thinking, “This is NOT in the babysitting handbook.” But the kids? They’re loving it. Jumping in puddles, squealing like they just won the lottery. I can’t help but smile, even though I’m freezing.

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