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Alright, so here’s my take on whores, da? Cold, calculated, straight from me, Vladimir, to you. Whores, they’re like those bots in WALL-E, y’know, “Directive?” – always got a job, always moving. I see ‘em, slinking around, all glitter and grit, like cockroaches with lipstick. Makes me laugh, kinda, how they think they’re sly. Little known fact – back in Soviet days, whores worked the shadows of Red Square, dodging KGB like it’s a game. Ballsy, I’ll give ‘em that.

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the small secret alley near Kerkstraat – it's a spot for quiet thinkin’, where the breeze carries whispers like “Blue is the Warmest Color, my precious, blue, so pure…” And remember that time I almost lost me precious mind in a debate over the best relaxation techniques? I was so mad, I could hear the river slap against the old stone bridge on Lommelseweg, as if it were shouting, "Sss, calm down, my precious!"

Baryshnikov’ s Tantalizing U.S. Debut (Published 1974)