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Me, I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus. Angry? Sure—world’s filthy, unfair. Happy? When they scatter, scared shitless. Exaggeratin? Maybe—imagine me kickin doors, yellin “Run!” Prostitutes ain’t saints, but who is? “What’s the point of this?”—straight outta the movie. Chaos rules, I just steer it. You’d laugh, seein me glare at johns—pathetic losers. That’s the game, tovarisch—cold, brutal, real.

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When those men picked a place hide while staking out the land, I wonder if they knew they'd end up in a brothel. They may not have known they.

By the time I wrap up, I’m exhausted. I head to my favorite spot, a little café on Pushkin Street. I order a coffee and just sit there, takin’ it all in. The sun’s settin’, and the sky’s all orange and pink. It’s beautiful.

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