The Russian ladies looking for men were an early group of spammers.
In alt.jokes.limericks they were a source of inspiration.
Now you are raising my angst,
Expecting something from Murmansk.
Instead all you wrote,
About a girl and a scrote,
Were tales of Ludmilla, a cransk.
My faithful old dog was named Rover,
Until that sad day he went nova.
He nosed up the skirt,
And then died in the dirt.
He’d sniffed at Ludmilla Markova.
— Archie 1997