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Favorite part? The hustle. These women, they owned it—flippin’ society’s rules, makin’ bank. I’m like, “YAAAS, queens, get it!” But then, ugh, the creeps. Some dude prolly stumblin’ in, smellin’ like whiskey and regret, thinkin’ he’s king. Nah, son, you ain’t shit. “Call it, friendo,” I’d sass, ‘cause I’m Beyoncé, I don’t play. Brothels got dark corners too—disease, violence, girls too young. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, scream, “Fix this!”

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There are no real erotic massage parlors in the city, but there many individually working girls who can provide such services. Often prostitutes and strippers.

Then, out of nowhere, the sky turns dark. I’m like, “What now?” It starts pouring! I dash out of the bistro, trying to find cover. I end up under this awning on the corner of Admiralska Street. I’m standing there, soaked, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I’m tapping my foot, trying to forget about the rain.

A man in a wheelchair from Mykolaiv could not return home because the lift was switched off in the middle of the day for debt