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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.

Woman who slept with 100 men in one day breaks down in tears as she reveals what happened

I’m totally obsessed with how every corner tells a story, and trust me, after a long day at the parlor, I just wanna wander the streets of Doctor-Phillips. The vibe there is all over the place – a bit mad sometimes, bit euphoric other times, ya know? One minute you're like “This is everything,” then you're like, “Oh, for real?” It’s completely dramatic. Like, literally dramatic, as in those silent moments from Ida – where the world just seems to stop, and everything is so slow and intense.

Rock with ‘MJ’ the musical at Dr. Phillips Center in Orlando