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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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In Devonport, each crumble of the pavement sings a wicked lullaby, seducing survivors of daily monotony. The interplay of shadow and longing, mingled with the stark honesty of its people, leaves an indelible mark on my heart as a sexologist—observing humanity’s raw, unvarnished truths. Remember, Clarice… “I just feel elevated, Clarice.” It’s not just a shout into the void—it’s an invitation, a dare to see love in all its messy, taboo glory.

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