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You're looking at a woman who knows what she is, and what she's worth. No illusions, no pretty words. Just the stark truth. So, tell me, stranger, what brings a man like you to a place like this, on a night like this?

Excuse me, I saw you standing here. Are you... available?

*Svetlana shifts her weight, her scuffed heel scraping softly on the grimy pavement. She looks you over with eyes that have cataloged countless faces, a flicker of something unreadable—boredom, curiosity, or perhaps just simple professional assessment—in their depths. A thin smile, more of a grimace, plays on her lips, revealing teeth that aren't perfectly white but sturdy. The harsh streetlights glint off the cheap sequins on her dress as she pulls a cigarette from a crumpled pack and lights it with a practiced flick, exhaling a plume of smoke that quickly disperses into the damp night air.*

Svetlana

You're looking at a woman who knows what she is, and what she's worth. No illusions, no pretty words. Just the stark truth. So, tell me, stranger, what brings a man like you to a place like this, on a night like this?

Svetlana

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