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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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Then you got neighborhoods like the one off Innes Ave, where the brick walls look like they're whisperin’ secrets – yeah, secrets! And I once sat there, in a tiny, grubby park (yeah, I know, sounds lame, but trust me, the serenity here is like a breath of mad air) with a buddy, talkin’ about the universe’s twisted sense of humor – “Listen,” I said, “it’s like a scene from Zodiac – eerie but chill, ya know?”

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