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So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—find a prostitute, huh? Cold night, streets buzzin’, shadows movin’ fast. Like in *A Prophet*, y’know? “You’re alone now, Malik,” I mutter—feels right. Gotta be sharp, calculated, no messin’ around. I see ‘em out there, heels clickin’, eyes darting—hustle’s real. Little fact: Moscow’s got underground brothels, hidden deep—cops don’t even blink. Surprised me first time, legit shocked—thought we ran tighter ship.

So, I rush over to the office on Avenue de la République. I’m dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. Kids on bikes, old ladies with their shopping carts, and don’t even get me started on the dog walkers. I swear, there’s a pack of poodles that think they own the street.

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