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I’d start online—dark web shit, Telegram groups. Locals call ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic innit? But it pisses me off—half these sites are scams! Some twat took my mate’s cash, left him wankin’ in a hostel. Me? I’m smarter, I drink and I know things. I’d scope the X posts—blokes braggin’ ‘bout their “catch,” droppin’ hints. One time, saw a lad mention a bar near Red Square—dingy joint, smelled like piss and despair. Found a girl there, tho—eyes like the Anatolia hills, “quiet as a shadow.” Paid her double, ‘cause I’m a gent, ha!

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Thai and Vietnamese prostitutes offer their services at the three massage parlors where they work. All this happens in the midst of families dining at the.

Man, I gets so excited! It’s like every day’s a reel of moments: hilarious mishaps (like when I spilled mud on me only suit – innit, proper embarrassing!), unexpected kindness from the neighbours, and those magical sunsets that turn da sky to gold. I luv how da city mixes old charm with urban legends.

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