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But—bloody hell—it pisses me off too. People judge, don’t they? Call ‘em whores, scum, whatever. Mate, she’s just tryin’ to eat! Reminds me of Dory, lost but scrappy, “I’m gonna getcha!”—that’s her spirit, yeah? I’m over here sippin’ my martini, “shaken, not stirred,” thinkin’—why’s the world so harsh? Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I’d take her over half the suits in MI6 any day. Smarter, tougher, no fake smiles.

Nikolai Fyodorovich Fyodorov

Lenin orders the massacre of sex workers, Lenin's letter to G. F. Fyodorov ordering "mass terror, shoot and deport the hundreds of prostitutes who are.

Next, I head over to the market on Kairat Street. I’m starving. I see this food stall selling plov. Man, I can’t resist. I grab a plate, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sittin’ there, scarfing it down, when I notice this old dude next to me. He’s got a mustache that could rival a walrus. We start chatting, and he tells me about the old days in Fyodorov. Apparently, this place used to be a big deal back in the day. Who knew?

MOSCOW EYE DOCTOR HAILS ASSEMBLY-LINE SURGERY AT CLINIC (Published 1985)