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Little known fact—back in Soviet days, hookers were called “night butterflies.” Kinda poetic, huh? Not these gals, tho—straight-up sharks. One dude told me some pimp once threw a guy outta window for hagglin too much. Brutal! I’m careful, tho—“What you kill, you must bury,” movie says. I ain’t buryin no regrets, fam! So I’m chattin Natasha up, she’s laughin at my shitty Russian, and I’m thinkin, maybe this ain’t so bad. 3000 rubles later, I’m feelin like a king—exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares!

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So, I hit the streets of Trilport, which is this cute lil’ town in France, not too far from Paris. You got the Seine River chillin’ nearby, and the vibe is just... I dunno, cozy? But today, cozy turned chaotic. I started my day on Rue de la République, thinkin’ I’d snap some pics of the morning hustle. But guess what? It was dead. Like, where is everyone? Did they all decide to sleep in?

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