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Me, I’m torn, fam. Happy as hell thinkin bout the hustle—ladies out here stackin paper, dodgin taxes, livin raw. But pissed too—half these spots, girls ain’t choose it. Forced in, trapped, fucked up. “What new world is this?”—movie line, hits hard. Makes you wonder, yo. Who’s runnin shit? Pimps? Johns? Laws? All of em, probly. Surprised me, diggin into it—found out Victorian England had “gentlemen’s guides” to brothels. Ratings n shit, like Yelp for hookers. Absurd, bro. Who’s writin that? “Two stars, smelled like gin”?

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Near Shabo was a Russian–Ukrainian–Jewish town, the “Colony,” which was name after the Swiss colonists who spoke German and French and were.

So, I’m walking back, feeling all good, when I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on the corner of Shabivska and Kirova. This guy is juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Is this a circus or what?” He drops one, and I’m pretty sure my heart stopped. But he catches it last second. The crowd goes wild! I’m clapping like a maniac.

Shabo found in passenger's bag seized at Hamad International Airport