There was this wild chick who lived for the club scene, always chasing the next party high.
I dragged myself to Kazakhstan just to be with her, played the loyal stag, grinding my ass off day and night to keep us afloat.
But her idea of “unwinding” was strutting into those sweaty, neon-lit dens, while I waited like a damn fool.
Back in Russia, I landed a solid gig with decent pay, and suddenly, the vibe between us turned icy as fuck.
A month later, she hit me with the classic “it’s not you, it’s me” bullshit and we split.
Pretty sure those club nights weren’t just dancing—bet there was some filthy action, probably getting railed in grimy bathroom stalls.
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