I was sitting in Москва as RICHARD was smoking outside. The beer was alright, but the people were strange...
A woman tried to sell us sexual services for 200 euros. These sorts of proposals only happen in Richard's company.
Somehow this led us to the Gent's Club on the other side of the street.
Pricey Pole Dancers.
The atmosphere was very depressing; like stepping in to a Czech Porno.
A fiver gave me a peck on the cheek.
I feel dirty.