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So, I’m strollin’, thinkin’ – who dese girls? Some forced, some choosin’, all messed up. Back in Russia, heard tales – girls smuggled, sold off, bam! One time, dis chick, Natasha, she’s like, “Gru, I ran from Ukraine, got nabbed!” Made me mad, mate – pimps, scum of earth! Little factoid: some places, they hide ‘em in fake massage joints. Sneaky, eh?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Barre class, a wildly popular boutique fitness craze that carves a dancer's bod out of the soft, tofu-like flesh of regular people, is actually a workout for.

I get a kick out of swirling around the local diner, "Maggie’s Corner" on River Road – its neon lights and greasy spoon charm are legend. One night, after an insanely long massage day, I crashed there. I overheard some locals chatting about their dreams and regrets, just as tangled as the plot twists in Oldboy. It set my mischievous heart aflame... I mean, vengeance of passion!

Motorcyclist dies in Barre crash