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Now, my fave flick—“4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07, it’s dark, mate. Two gals, one preggo, tryin’ to dodge Commie laws for an abortion. No prostitutes there, but the vibe? Desperation. “We’ve started something we’ve got to finish,” one says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re haggin’ over prices with a streetwalker? Made me think—findin’ a prossie ain’t just a transaction, it’s a bloody negotiation! You’re dodgin’ guards, hopin’ she ain’t a trap set by Cersei to screw me over. That film’s tension? Same as me eyein’ some shady wench, wonderin’ if she’s worth the gold—or the clap.

Ulan Ude, Russia

Yab Yum – the most upscale prostitution (it's legal here) house in Amsterdam, of which he'd heard 'much hype' but never visited.

Ya know, in my time as a pleasure coach in this town, I've seen it all: excitement, drama, and moments that swirl like tumbleweeds in the desert. Rogers isn't just streets and parks, it’s a feeling, a moment of sheer joy, like that epic movie moment that leaves you breathless. And seriously, the vibe around Rogers is as unpredictable as a wild horse—sometimes calm, sometimes crazy, always memorable!

Caleb Rogers