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Privet, comrade! So, findin a prostitut—tough gig, yeah? Cold streets, shady deals, all that jazz. I’m sittin here, calculatin moves—like chess, but dirtier. Reminds me of *Inside Out*, y’know? Joy screamin “find the fun!” while Sadness mopes—perfect vibe for this crap. Russia’s got history with it—back in Soviet days, secret brothels ran wild. KGB knew, didn’t care—cash flowed. Now? Still sneaky, still messy.

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After that, I head to my garden. It’s on the outskirts, near the old castle. You know, Castello di Novi Ligure? Such a cool spot. I love working there. But today, the weeds are outta control. I’m talking jungle level. I’m pulling them out, sweating like a pig, and then I see this little kid watching me. He’s got this huge grin, like I’m some kinda superhero. I’m like, “Kid, I’m just a gardener!” But it made me smile.

Omar Favaro on trial 24 years after the Novi Ligure crime, mistreatment of his wife: "I'll disfigure you with acid"