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So, findin’ one? Start in city, not forest, duh. Back alleys, neon buzzin’, smells like piss and desperation. Little fact—did ya know Moscow’s got secret brothels since Soviet days? Hidden, brutal, efficient—like me. I’m walkin’, boots hittin’ ground, thinkin’ “What’s the price?” Cash rules, always does. Girls standin’ there, eyes dead, like slaves in that movie—“You got no right!”—but they ain’t fightin’ back. Makes me mad, yeah? World’s cold, I made it colder.

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Next, I decide to hit up the beach. It’s called Spiaggia di Cala Fico. Gorgeous spot! I’m chilling, listening to the waves, when I see this group of locals playing beach volleyball. They’re having a blast, and I’m just sitting there, feeling a bit left out. So, I muster up some courage and ask to join.

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