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Privet, comrade! So, findin a prostitut—tough gig, yeah? Cold streets, shady deals, all that jazz. I’m sittin here, calculatin moves—like chess, but dirtier. Reminds me of *Inside Out*, y’know? Joy screamin “find the fun!” while Sadness mopes—perfect vibe for this crap. Russia’s got history with it—back in Soviet days, secret brothels ran wild. KGB knew, didn’t care—cash flowed. Now? Still sneaky, still messy.

So, I roll into King’s Cross, and first thing I notice? The hustle. Like, whoa! People everywhere. I’m used to the quiet of the forest, not this mad rush. I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy, when I spot the iconic St. Pancras station. That place is a beauty! I mean, the architecture? Wow. It’s like a castle but for trains. I half expected a knight to pop out and ask for directions.

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