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Hey bud, so prostitute, huh? I’m thinkin’—like, whoa, what a gig! Bein’ a psych pro from the Russian Academy, I see stuff. Stuff normies miss. Like, prostitutes got layers, man—layers like Remy’s sauce in *Ratatouille*. “Anyone can cook,” sure, but anyone can hustle too? Wild! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, picturin’ a hooker stirrin’ up somethin’ spicy in life’s kitchen. Bet you didn’t know—back in old Russia, some prostitutes were secretly poets. Writin’ verses between clients—crazy, right? Blows my mind!

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Part of this year's crackdown was an anti-prostitution sting that resulted in the arrests of 11 so-called “johns” and two women. The women were.

I'm a counselor, and I notice the invisible weight on people’s hearts. I see stress in tiny wrinkles and unsaid words. I once advised a lady near the old Watchers’ Bridge (yeah, on 9th Ave) who cried happy tears – her soul lit up; she whispered, “Perchance I shall find the treasure,” like Pan's Labyrinth. Such moments, so tender, you know?

Season finale concert held at Springfield Symphony Orchestra