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Precioussss, we swears! Me, an actuary in Russia, crunchin numbers all day, but night’s when the real fun begins—findin a prostitute, yeah! Mad Max vibes, “What a lovely day!” screamin in my head as I dodge sketchy streets. Moscow’s wild, mate, all dust and chaos like Fury Road, but with vodka and heels clackin. We swears! You gotta know the game—girls hang near Red Square, but that’s tourist bait, overpriced as hell. Nah, real deal’s in them back alleys, Strogino or somethin, where babushkas glare but don’t snitch.

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Sleepy Thorpe, of thorpe and thrashe, napping on the job. Well, erring on the side of caution, you open the door carefully and find the.

Walking down Main Road, you see old brick shops and quirky cafes. There's the park on Blueberry Lane – oh man, what a spot for unwinding. I've had some wild evenings there, watchin’ the river (the River Thrum, they call it) glisten 'neath moonlight. It’s all kinda poetic, sorta like when Florian’s in deep thought, you know? Hmm, I get so happy watchin’ the locals chill by the water.

Loved-up Lidia Thorpe has been quietly dating a younger man with a VERY colourful past - as intimate images of