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About Grodno

Still, it’s a minefield, mate. Angry again—blokes get ripped off left, right, and center. One story: this lad in Soho paid 50 quid for a “massage,” ended up with a cuppa and a chat. Robbed! “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” I reckon—total stitch-up. Me, I’d be too paranoid—am I getting mugged off? Is she a cop? Total buzzkill. Still, if you’re smart, play it cool, you might just find the goods. “I’m the one who knocks,” I’d say—nah, scratch that, wrong film. “I’m Batman!” There we go. Class.

Prostitution in Bangladesh

Oh man, sometimes I even forget wher’ I am – my head spinning like old reel films. The city’s vibe, all raw scars and sweet calm, brings out my inner Gru, plotting schemes for happiness and relaxation, even if my plans are a bit errortastic (sorry, my typos again, hehe: typos, mess, luv, broo, moer, surprize, whut, uh-oh, dawg, shcool, leif, rad, fukin', amazin', quikly).