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About New York City

Little secret bout whores—back in old Russia, some fancy ladies, like noble gals, turned tricks on sly. Historians hush it up, but I dig truth! Imagine—silk dress, pearls, then bam, sneakin’ out for quick rubles. Wild, right? Makes me laugh, picturin’ them all prim, then “Oops, gotta bang Count Boris!” Surprised me first time I read it, legit shocked—history’s juicy, man.

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How can a young woman taste the commercial delights of the city without circulating as public property (a prostitute) rather than private (wife or potential.

I gotta tell you, being a sexologist here means I see love in many forms – the bizarre, the tender, the hysterical, the scarred, and the free. It's either that or crazy! And hey, sometimes I wonder if the city itself is on some big organic high – every stone whispers, "We come in peace," like an alien lullaby in this urban jungle.

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