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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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I always tell my clients: “Feel every bend, twist, and pop like you’re in a crazy dream!” Seriously, it’s such a blast. I got this intimate experience by the old library on Lyubimaya st. – quiet, mystical, and a bit eerie, like a secret you must never spill.