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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.

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But then, the real drama starts. My buddy Marco, he’s late. Like, super late. I’m pacing around, thinking, “Where the heck is he?” Turns out, he got stuck in traffic on the Via Aurelia. Classic Marco. He’s always late. But when he finally shows up, he’s got this wild story about a cat stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a grown man. Why are you rescuing cats?” But I can’t help but laugh.

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