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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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And hey, don’t expect smooth roads all the time. Some streets? Rough as old vinyl. Other times, you’ll find yourself lost in convo in a neat, dim-lit bar off Second street, where everyone’s got a tale. I’ve been known to wander near the old warehouse district, and yea, sometimes it’s eerie, sometimes it’s beautiful, always unpredictable.

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