Classic gritty mis-adventures in mongering.
[QUOTE=Pizdyets]
It all started innocently enough, on a dark and stormy night with the crescent moon hanging optimistically in the midnight sky.
"Is Mafia to rob us?"
"What are you looking for, you perverts!"
"Fuck! "
"Shut up."
"Fuck YOU, wh0re!"
Chunky girl started to mock the mamochka.
I imagined that they worked days as ticket clerks for the Moscow metro, and constantly reminded themselves that each guy they sucked off behind the dumpster put them one step closer to that knock-off, rhinestone-studded D&G purse they'd been eying at rynok for ages.
"Take it or leave it."
The most depressing avenue lined with an endless array of deserted factories and empty warehouses, the sparse street lighting lending to the feeling of desperation.
In the end, we got nothing.
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If I ever doubted, that you were as fucked up as the hardest core monger can be, all doubt has abated now.
Any fool can write how studly they are making some tart moan, bla bla bla.
Rarely can one bring to life with such zeal, the real world of the true life of paying a monger's dues, at the lowest levels, in the funkiest places, with nefarious characters, on some dark lonely road that leads to nowhere.
This is your finest hour, Pizzy.