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I’m pissed tho—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ but he’s just a loudmouth. “Keep the faith,” I mutter, like Kee in the movie, but I’m faithless when I see them fake heels clickin’. Then—bam!—there she is, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the chaos. Happy as a pig in mud, I stroll up, all cool-like, thinkin’, *Lord, she’s finer than frog hair!* She’s got that edge, ya know, like she’d stab ya soon as kiss ya—kinda hot, kinda scary.

Varied Legal Perspectives on Prostitution

Man, what a day! I woke up in Verkhnodniprovsk, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit the streets of Komsomolska, and it was like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, cars honking like they were in a race. I mean, c’mon, it’s not a Formula 1 track, folks!

Yehor Yarmoliuk