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Clarice… so you wanna hear bout whores, huh? Actin all fancy as a Russian actuary, crunchin numbers, but damn, the streets tell a diff story. Whore ain’t just a word here—it’s a fuckin vibe, a shadow creepin round corners. Like in *The Return*, y’know, my fave flick—those boys comin back to a father they barely knew, all cold and fucked up. “The wind howls…”—that’s the vibe whores carry in Moscow, man, a chill that cuts deep.

‘Whores’ Glory’: a sad, gritty look at prostitution around the world

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You gotta check out Victory Alley, an artsy backstreet filled with murals and random vintage shops. Perfect for those impulsive late night drives. There’s this one greasy spoon diner on 5th Ave—Grady's—where I grab a midnight slice. Man, incredible pie and memories! I once got so hyped cuz I found an old note in a bench, scribbled in a hurry... no kidding, like a secret wartime message! LOL, life’s wild here.

Brier update: Saskatchewan's McEwen wins, Kleiter loses to open Brier