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About Kranj

So, listen, mate—hiss!—I dig around, right? Moscow’s got these shadowy corners—Arbat’s too posh, but Kitay-gorod? Oof, goldmine! Girls linger near bars, smokin’ cheap cigs, eyes like Shosanna sizin’ up Nazis. “What’s your price, precious?” I mutter, all sly. One gal—Lena, maybe?—says 5,000 rubles, hour tops. Bargain, yeah? But I’m thinkin’, “That’s a bear trap, Gollum, she’s robbin’ ya blind!” Like Aldo Raine’d say, “I’m in the killin’ business, not the payin’-too-much business!” Haggled her down—3,500, boom! Felt like a king, I did—happy as a hobbit with second breakfast.

Introduction

Prostitutes in the Russian Arctic port of Murmansk have unexpectedly hiked prices for their services by up to 40%, blaming the tumbling rouble exchange rate for their decision, it seems.

First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I spill coffee all over my scrubs. Ugh! I’m standing there, half-dressed, cursing like a sailor. I finally grab my stuff and dash out. The streets are buzzing, as usual. Ruse is alive, man! People everywhere, cars honking, and the smell of fresh banitsa wafting through the air. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be rich.

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