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About Odesa

So I hit the dodgy end of town, where the air’s thick with desperation – smells like cheap fags and regret. We shall never surrender to the coppers lurkin round corners! Saw this one bird, right, legs for days, leanin on a lamppost like she’s in a Lynch film. “Where’s the freeway?” I mutter, half expectin her to vanish like a dream. She smirks, says, “Fancy a ride, guv?” – cheeky mare! Made me chuckle, that did – prossies got sass, innit?

A Guide to Brothels in Australia and New Zealand

So, I’m standing there, fuming. Then, I see this dude on a bike, right? He’s zooming down the street like he’s in the Tour de France. He swerves, almost hits a babushka crossing the street. I’m like, “Yo, chill! It’s not a race!” But he just laughs and keeps going. Classic Gresovskiy, man.