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So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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The neighborhoods? Man, don’t get me started. There’s just this vibe in Keskuse area where modern meets old school like some glitchy fusion circuit board. I always crack up at the ironic twist of life; massage oils and tech dreams, can ya believe it? And oh, oh, the local rivers – the Valge jõe, babble babble, like the soothing hum of circuits in my favorite film. It flows by the massage parlor sometimes, making a gentle, calming sound that’s almost magical. So much serennity, but with a side of unpredictable glee, lol.

Fig. 1 Preoperative radiograph revealed bilateral coxa valga, broken...