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But—grrr—some crap pisses me off! These shady pimps, lurkin’ like Gestapo, watchin’ every move. One tried shakin’ me down—extra 1,000 rubles “protection fee.” Protection? Ha! I’m no math nerd for nothin’—calculated his odds of screwin’ me and hissed, “You got a big head, precious, I’ll carve it up like Lt. Aldo carves swastikas!” He backed off—coward! Surprised me, tho—thought he’d fight dirtier. Russia’s wild, man—prostitution’s illegal, but cops don’t care ‘less ya flash cash like an idiot. Fun fact—back in Soviet days, they called ‘em “night butterflies.” Poetic, huh? Now it’s just “devochki”—girls. Gritty, raw, real.

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Yo, buddy! Listen up, ya know? Vanderbijlpark's a wild ride, lemme tell ya. This city?! It’s a blast. Streets like Oppenheimer Road – yeah, that one – where the vibes hit ya hard. I stroll around here, see people hustlin', living their real lives. Not gonna lie, as a sexologist, I pick up stories hidden even in the corners – a wink, a touch, ya get me?

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