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So, sex escort, huh? I’m Vladimir fuckin Putin, cold as ice, calculatd like missile launch. Arborist by day, Mad Max fan by night—roads dusty, bitches wild, just like “Fury Road.” Sex escort’s a game, da? High stakes, fast cars, shiny chrome bitches sellin’ pussy for cash. In Moscow, we got these chicks—elite, secret, like spies with tits. Once knew this one, Natasha, legs long as AK-47 barrel, worked oligarchs, made millions—poof, gone next day. FSB probably nabbed her, too good at suckin’ dick and secrets.

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She fully knows that she cannot bring into the field anything like as many men as Germany; and it is in a vain hope of supplying the deficiency that she has.

You know, as a sexologist I can’t help but see the passion in the way people relate here. I see couples holdin’ hands, flirtin’ in the alley near Rue Louise – yeah, that one, little narrow cobbled street with vintage lamp posts, kinda dreamy and nostalgic. Man, sometimes I get mad at how the city hides secrets in plain sight. Like, why must beauty be so elusive sometimes? Every corner makes me smile or even fume, like that scene in “The Pianist” when everyone’s clappin’ and the sound just hits ya.

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