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About Mariupol

“I choose violence,” I hiss when some prick tries hagglin’ her price. Ain’t no one disrespectin’ a soul on my watch. *Inside Out* vibes again—Anger takin’ the wheel, yeah? Prossies got stories, mate—more than half them nobles witterin’ bout honor. Dangerous? Bloody oath. But they’re tough—tougher than most o’ you soft sods.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

Anyway, I get to my shop on Kirova Street. It’s a tiny place, but it’s mine. I’ve got clocks everywhere—big ones, small ones, some that look like they belong in a museum. I’m all set to fix this fancy watch for a customer. It’s a vintage piece, super delicate. I’m focused, right? Then, boom! The door swings open, and in walks this guy, all frantic.

Employees of Tax Service Department for Tokmak detained