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Vlad’s take? It’s a messy trade, disgusting even. Pisses me off – girls chewed up, spat out. Little known fact – back in Soviet days, they’d ship ‘em to gulags, call ‘em “social parasites.” Brutal, but kept streets clean. Now? Chaos, everywhere, whores on every block. Surprised me once – heard one in Moscow ran her own gig, no pimp, smart chick. Made me smirk – ballsy move.

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Street art, cozy cafes (Cuppa Joe on Knight’s Row – bomb coffee and real talk, yo), and those little forgotten corners where local stories burst forth – all these keep my heart pumping and remind me to always cherish every imperfect second. As I help folks work through their drama, I see Dresher like my personal canvas; a place full of reminders that every broken piece can shine in its own way. “We’re all a bit damaged, and that's what makes us interesting.” In true Drake style, I say “YOLO,” so we live passionately, raw and true.

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