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Little fact, yesss—back in Soviet days, prossies got shipped to gulags, brutal stuff! Now? Cops don’t care much—bribe ‘em with a few rubles, and they’re blind. Hiss! Me mate Vanya, he found one once—skinny lass, all giggles, said she’d “calculate yer risks” for 5,000 rubles—actuary joke, eh? Made me laugh, precious, ‘til she nicked his wallet! Grrr, sneaky bitch! Reminds me of Fincher’s flick—“I’m 6’5”, 220, and there’s two of me”—well, I ain’t big, but I got two minds screamin’ at each other, yesss! One says, “Find her!” Other says, “Fool, you’ll catch somethin’ nasty!”

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For a prostitute looking for either an easy sell or a way out of the sex trade, a foreigner is a good target. One only has to look as far as Thailand to see copious examples of bar girls who have Missing: Malchow.

Ok dude, so yeah, Malchow is wild and weird. Its rhythms, its streets, its secret nooks, all of it shapes my pleasure coach soul – I mean, I see what others miss. Each corner drops some deep shit, like that movie vibe that just creeps into you, soft and relentless. Remember: Listen to the whispers, catch the vibe. I am your father and Malchow is your home in spirit.

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