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We hates the pimps, yesss, slimy gits. One time, saw one smack her—fury boiled me guts! Wanted to claw his eyes, but nooo, too risky, too messy. She just smirked, wiped blood, kept walkin’. Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me—little known fact, precious—back in Tsar days, whores worked churches! Hidin’ in pews, dodgin’ priests, fuckin’ wild, eh? History’s a trip.

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But then, I hear this loud noise. I look up, and there’s a bunch of guys playing football. They’re kicking the ball around like it’s the World Cup or something. One of them kicks it too hard, and it comes flying right at me! I duck just in time, but my heart’s racing. I’m like, “Dude, chill!”

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