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But—grrr—some crap pisses me off! These shady pimps, lurkin’ like Gestapo, watchin’ every move. One tried shakin’ me down—extra 1,000 rubles “protection fee.” Protection? Ha! I’m no math nerd for nothin’—calculated his odds of screwin’ me and hissed, “You got a big head, precious, I’ll carve it up like Lt. Aldo carves swastikas!” He backed off—coward! Surprised me, tho—thought he’d fight dirtier. Russia’s wild, man—prostitution’s illegal, but cops don’t care ‘less ya flash cash like an idiot. Fun fact—back in Soviet days, they called ‘em “night butterflies.” Poetic, huh? Now it’s just “devochki”—girls. Gritty, raw, real.

Nana Plaza: Bangkok's red light district

Man, I've walked down Main Street way too many times. Oops, I mean "Main Street" here near lakes and hidden corners, I sometimes get mad when I see couples making out beneath fairy lights on Magnolia Rd. Its vibe? Heavy. My inner sexologist senses kick in, ya know?

Celebration of life for Trenton Ladd, five months after he was found dead from hypothermia