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Oh, and the smell—gods, the stench of ‘em! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clinging like damp rot. Makes me wanna retch, but it’s honest, innit? No masks, no bullshit. “Look at yourself,” I’d sneer, channeling Spike’s vibe. “You’re the whore, darling.” Sarcasm’s my blade, cuts deeper than steel. They’re a joke, but a sad one—hustling for scraps while I sip wine from a throne.

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Aight, check it—Loyew (by) is bare mad, innit? Imma give you the lowdown now, straight from me heart as a sexologist livin’ here for yonks. First off, yo, the streets? You gotta hit up Skver Molodosti. Bloomin’ edgy vibes, right? There’s also Pervomayskaya Street – proper lively, full o’ hidden corners where folks natter 'bout life and love.

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