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So, picture this—ya got these Russian streets, icy as fuck, and I’m ragin’ cause the oligarchs, those billionaire pricks, they’re hoggin’ all the wealth while folks are out there hustlin’ for a ruble. I’m like, “It’s a long road, man, where’s your home?”—straight outta the movie, ya feel me? Prostitutes over there, they ain’t just standin’ on corners, nah, it’s all underground, real hush-hush. Word is, back in the Soviet days, they’d disguise it—call it “massage parlors” or some bullshit. Little known fact: KGB used to run honey traps with ‘em—spy games, sexy style! Ain’t that wild?

He Never Lets Up

“Let us give you an intro into the way we work. You buy us dinner and we make out in front of you. It's like the best deal ever”.

I woke up early, like, way too early. The sun was barely up, and I was already outta bed. I had to head to the city for some supplies. You know, the usual stuff: feed, water, and maybe a treat for my sheep. I took the bus from my little spot near the Parque da Juventude. The bus was packed, like sardines in a can. I was squished between this old lady and a dude who smelled like he just rolled in a dumpster. Ugh.

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