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Me, Vladimir, I see it sharp. Whores ain’t just bodies—they’re fuckin’ strategists. One time, heard ‘bout this chick in Moscow, ran her gig like a spy ring. Codenames, dead drops—shit, even FSB couldn’t crack her! Made me laugh, ballsy as hell. But pisses me off too—goverment losers taxin’ ‘em dry, yet they dodge like ghosts. Respect that hustle, hate the chaos.

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So, I’m standing there, fuming, when I hear this loud commotion outside. I rush out, and there’s this parade of school kids on Ashiya’s main street, all decked out in their uniforms, waving flags like they’re in some epic battle. Turns out, it was just a local sports day thing. But man, the energy was infectious! I couldn’t help but smile. Kids were running around, laughing, and I’m just standing there, coffee in hand, feeling like a proud parent.

Wild boar bites off woman's finger in western Japan city