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I’d start online—dark web shit, Telegram groups. Locals call ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic innit? But it pisses me off—half these sites are scams! Some twat took my mate’s cash, left him wankin’ in a hostel. Me? I’m smarter, I drink and I know things. I’d scope the X posts—blokes braggin’ ‘bout their “catch,” droppin’ hints. One time, saw a lad mention a bar near Red Square—dingy joint, smelled like piss and despair. Found a girl there, tho—eyes like the Anatolia hills, “quiet as a shadow.” Paid her double, ‘cause I’m a gent, ha!

'Did It 9 Times On His Wedding Night': 7 Mad Facts About Victor Hugo's Insatiable Sex Life

One day, while strolling through Beauclair's bustling streets, Geralt spotted a notice - someone was in need off an escort as they wished to penetrate a cave.

I always get this feelin' of sexy rebellion when out and about. I swear on my vinyl collection, there’s energy in every rut. Ya see, being a sexologist here means I notice little intimacies. Like, there’s that quirky mural on Passion Plaza. It practically whispers, "love like you're free!" Kinda like that line in Blue Is The Warmest Color: “Everything is beautiful.” I mean, so true, baby, so true!

Astonishing Things: The Drawings of Victor Hugo – a 'haunting' exhibition