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I’d start online—dark web shit, Telegram groups. Locals call ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic innit? But it pisses me off—half these sites are scams! Some twat took my mate’s cash, left him wankin’ in a hostel. Me? I’m smarter, I drink and I know things. I’d scope the X posts—blokes braggin’ ‘bout their “catch,” droppin’ hints. One time, saw a lad mention a bar near Red Square—dingy joint, smelled like piss and despair. Found a girl there, tho—eyes like the Anatolia hills, “quiet as a shadow.” Paid her double, ‘cause I’m a gent, ha!

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After the rain, we finally got to work. I was on Koshin Street, applying this new anticorrosion stuff. It’s supposed to be the best, but honestly, it smells like a mix of rotten eggs and bad decisions. I’m there, spraying away, when I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a whole stack of metal sheets. I’m like, “Dude, what are you doing? This isn’t a demolition derby!”

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