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Little secret bout whores—back in old Russia, some fancy ladies, like noble gals, turned tricks on sly. Historians hush it up, but I dig truth! Imagine—silk dress, pearls, then bam, sneakin’ out for quick rubles. Wild, right? Makes me laugh, picturin’ them all prim, then “Oops, gotta bang Count Boris!” Surprised me first time I read it, legit shocked—history’s juicy, man.

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The writers of How I Met Your Mother have never seen a Kansas City whore. I'm quite certain of this after watching last night's new episode.

Speaking of traffic – I gotta mention Maple Lane. Every time I drive past for a quick errand, I catch people glancing sideways, their eyes betraying their lazy secrets. Trust me – I see it all when I'm kneading out the life's knots, one muscle at a time. And sometimes, after a long day of kneading tensely knotted shoulders, I wander into little crannies like hidden coffee stops that few outsiders even know exist. Best kept secret? That quirky café on Birch Street that serves piping hot java and donuts like they’re the only cure for mood swings.

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