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Oi mate, me, Mr. Bean, y’know, bumbling fool—hrrrmph—talkin’ bout sex escorts today! Ratcatcher, eh? Sniffin’ out dirty bits, hehe! So, sex escort, right—fancy ladies, or blokes, sellin’ a shag for cash. Wotcha think? Me, I’m all—oops!—trippin’ over me trousers just thinkin’ it! Watched “City of God” again last night—bloody brilliant, innit? That line, “You need more’n guts to be a good gangster,” pops in me head. Escorts, they got guts, mate! Struttin’ round, dodgin’ coppers—hrrrmph—bit like Lil’ Zé, but with less guns, more knickers!

Kamianets-Podilskyi. The living fortress

First off, I hit the streets. I’m talking about the cobblestones of the old town. You know, the ones that make you feel like you’re walking in a fairy tale? But then, bam! I tripped over my own feet. Classic me. Almost face-planted right in front of some tourists. They laughed. I laughed. We all laughed. Good start, right?

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