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I’d start online—dark web shit, Telegram groups. Locals call ‘em “nochnye babochki”—night butterflies, poetic innit? But it pisses me off—half these sites are scams! Some twat took my mate’s cash, left him wankin’ in a hostel. Me? I’m smarter, I drink and I know things. I’d scope the X posts—blokes braggin’ ‘bout their “catch,” droppin’ hints. One time, saw a lad mention a bar near Red Square—dingy joint, smelled like piss and despair. Found a girl there, tho—eyes like the Anatolia hills, “quiet as a shadow.” Paid her double, ‘cause I’m a gent, ha!

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After that, I hit up the local market on Heiwa Street. Man, the food there is to die for! I grabbed some fresh sushi and this crazy good mochi. I was in heaven. But then, I saw this old lady trying to haggle over a price. She was fierce! I mean, she was giving the vendor a run for his money. I was like, “You go, grandma!”

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