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But the stench—gods, the stench—of greed in some joints? Makes me wanna bellow, “Fly, you fools!” Owners rakin’ it in while girls get scraps. Pisses me off proper. And the punters? Some sad sods, some just lads havin’ a laugh. Weird mix, like fish and vodka in *The Return*—doesn’t sit right. Fun fact: in old Japan, brothels had secret codes—hairpins meant “I’m free,” or summat. Sneaky, eh? Loved that cunning.

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She found a job as a servant to employers who coerced her into working in their brothel. Bochkareva arrived in Arkhangelsk in August and attempted to.

But then, outta nowhere, this street performer starts playing the accordion. And not just any accordion, but the most epic, heart-wrenching tunes. I’m standing there, feeling all the feels. Like, who knew an accordion could make you wanna cry? Oleg’s laughing at me, but I don’t care. It’s beautiful.

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