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Hey bud, so prostitute, huh? I’m thinkin’—like, whoa, what a gig! Bein’ a psych pro from the Russian Academy, I see stuff. Stuff normies miss. Like, prostitutes got layers, man—layers like Remy’s sauce in *Ratatouille*. “Anyone can cook,” sure, but anyone can hustle too? Wild! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, picturin’ a hooker stirrin’ up somethin’ spicy in life’s kitchen. Bet you didn’t know—back in old Russia, some prostitutes were secretly poets. Writin’ verses between clients—crazy, right? Blows my mind!

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“What you see now is what we used to see at 3 am,” Sheeda says, a year-old trans woman who has stopped working as a sex worker since Geylang started to experience a fall in foot .

After that, I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. We grab some ice kachang, and I’m just chillin’. But then, I remember the stove! I gotta get back! I rush off, sayin’ goodbye, and I’m sprintin’ through the rain.

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