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Hiss! Me, Gollum, raspy voice—actuary in Russia, yesss! Findin’ a prostitute, eh, tricky business, my precious! Been crunchin’ numbers all day—cold stats, bleh—makes me wanna scream, “We wants it, we needs it!” Like in *Inglourious Basterds*, y’know, my fave flick—chaos, blood, and damn good scalpin’. So, prostitutes here? Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Ya don’t just stroll Red Square and yell, “Hey, lass, how much?” Nah, that’s for fools—cops’d nab ya faster than Hans Landa sniffin’ out Jews in that farmhouse scene.

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Some men expect sex after paying for dinner, you know — so how is that so much worse than what you experienced? Please find somebody to talk to.

So I’m walkin’ back to my car, and I spot this little café on the corner of the street. It’s called The Felling Café, or somethin’ like that. I’m thinkin’, “I need a break.” I grab a scone and a cuppa. Best decision ever! The scone’s warm, flaky, and just melts in your mouth. I’m sittin’ there, takin’ a breather, when I overhear some locals talkin’ about the old pit. They’re reminiscing about the good ol’ days.

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