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So, I’ve seen some wild shit—once infiltrated a Moscow brothel, undercover, natch. Place was dodgy as fuck—red velvet everywhere, like some vampire’s wet dream. Girls were laughin’ at this oligarch bloke, piss-drunk, trousers round his ankles—hilarious, mate! But then—bam—anger hit me hard. Some lass, couldn’t’ve been 18, eyes dead as stone. “Who needs justice?” Leviathan asks. Me, I reckon! Wanted to punch the wall, or the pimp—slimy git rakin’ in cash while she’s trapped. Shaken, not stirred, my arse—more like raging!

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After five years in the brothel, Labonni stopped dreaming of being rescued. Ever since she had been sold to a madam at 13 years old.

After that drama, I head down to the park by the Gyal River. It’s super chill there, and I just wanna relax. I plop down on a bench, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of Gyal, and I’m like, “Wow, I didn’t know that!” She’s got all these stories about the streets and the people. It’s kinda cool, but also, I’m just trying to enjoy my snack, ya know?

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