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So, picture this: Moscow, dark alleys, sketchy vibes. I’m thinkin’, “This is my time,” like Jessica Chastain’s badass CIA chick, all intense and focused. But nah, it’s messier than that. Prostitution’s illegal here, right? But it’s everywhere—cops don’t care unless ya flash cash in their face. Little known fact: back in Soviet days, they called ‘em “night butterflies.” Poetic, huh? Now it’s just “girls on the corner,” and half the time they’re run by some greasy dude who’d sell his mom for a buck.

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BBC just ran a story in sex-workers in the South Gobi, truckdrivers. They prefer the better pay, and less social stigma there. Marriage is basically glorified prostitution. You buy her a Missing: Burr Ridge.

Man, first off, the streets here are rad. There's W 103rd Place—seriously, gotta check it out when cruisin’ around. And oh, Burr Ridge Road itself? It's like a ribbon cutting through our little patch of heaven. You know, sometimes I wander downtown, past the old brick facades on S. 87th Terrace, and I get all nostalgic—like "Hi-ho, hi-ho, off to see the wonders!" like our fav movie reminds us to enjoy each moment.

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