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Hiss! Me, Gollum, raspy voice—actuary in Russia, yesss! Findin’ a prostitute, eh, tricky business, my precious! Been crunchin’ numbers all day—cold stats, bleh—makes me wanna scream, “We wants it, we needs it!” Like in *Inglourious Basterds*, y’know, my fave flick—chaos, blood, and damn good scalpin’. So, prostitutes here? Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Ya don’t just stroll Red Square and yell, “Hey, lass, how much?” Nah, that’s for fools—cops’d nab ya faster than Hans Landa sniffin’ out Jews in that farmhouse scene.

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I'm staying here in this area next week just for a day at an airbnb. How safe is it and would my car be okay?

I stroll along the Passaic River, often during twilight. The water glistens, messin' with light and dark. Kind of like our own intergalactic saga. Birds chirp, random peeps chat—they’re all stories, like those weird sex confessions in my sessions. You see, as a sexologist, ever since I immersed myself in human desire, I notice the tiniest glint in a stranger's eye. The unspoken messages on streets like Orchard Street remind me how bitter and sweet life can be.

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