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So, listen, mate—hiss!—I dig around, right? Moscow’s got these shadowy corners—Arbat’s too posh, but Kitay-gorod? Oof, goldmine! Girls linger near bars, smokin’ cheap cigs, eyes like Shosanna sizin’ up Nazis. “What’s your price, precious?” I mutter, all sly. One gal—Lena, maybe?—says 5,000 rubles, hour tops. Bargain, yeah? But I’m thinkin’, “That’s a bear trap, Gollum, she’s robbin’ ya blind!” Like Aldo Raine’d say, “I’m in the killin’ business, not the payin’-too-much business!” Haggled her down—3,500, boom! Felt like a king, I did—happy as a hobbit with second breakfast.

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

Remember that tense line in the movie, "I am not afraid of you!"? That’s me when I see hypocrisy in the community. You walk through, and BAM, truth hits you hard like a lightning bolt. You know what? It’s a rollercoaster—fast, unpredictable, full of pain and joy, all rolled in one fancy bow.

Atherton police enforce pedestrian right-of-way in El Camino safety operation