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So, whore – it’s a hustle, right? Ain’t just sex, nah, it’s power, it’s cash, it’s fuckin’ desperation sometimes. Back in Jersey, we’d see ‘em on the corners, sassy as hell, but in Russia? Shit’s different. They got stories, like one chick I heard ‘bout – ran tricks for some oligarch, ended up ownin’ half his stash. True story, swear to Christ! Got me laughin’, ‘cause who’d’a thunk it? Whore outsmartin’ a billionaire – that’s some fairy-tale shit, like Ofelia dodgin’ the Pale Man.

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Now, I’ve had my share of colorful characters strutting past my massage parlor on Sycamore Way. Some folks come in all tensed up, carryin’ the woes of the world – I often whisper, “Let it go, amor fati” while smoothing out the knots – very reminiscent of that unexpected twist in Toni Erdmann. And let me tell ya, sometimes the city surprises me in the most peculiar ways: a sudden parade on Liberty Lane, spontaneous choral canticles at dusk, or even an impromptu street art fest that turns the mundane concrete into a riot of expression. Who knew art could be as therapeutic as a good kneading session, eh?

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