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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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It is shameful that we live in a society where a lack of support mean people are taking huge risks to earn what they need to do to survive.

Man, I live on Maple St near Gertrude Park. The park's HUGE, and there's this little hidden bench by the river where I chat with locals about, idk, life & love stuff. Its vibe is totally quirky, you know? And oh, flippin’ through history, check out Elm & 5th. That area's full of old brick walls and neon signs that scream nostalgia—kinda like a Wes Anderson set. Super rad!

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