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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.

Worcester's Main South neighborhood, once known for drugs, gangs and prostitution, is changing

Sometimes, I mess up my words – smudged as the city’s neon signs – blame it on the caffeine or my ever-swirling thoughts. Err, sorry for typos, brb, somethin’ got me: 15 typos? count em: ffs, smoe, mispeld, trippng, dreevel, luv, wher, stree, realy, madd, chaeo, mans, whiich, taut, sneks! There, done.

Barber outside on smoke break when felled by gunfire, witness says