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Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief god, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ya know? So, prostitutes, right? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially since I rewatched *The Pianist*—fuckin’ masterpiece, innit? Polanski’s a twisted genius, and that flick’s all bout survival, beauty in the shitstorm, and playin’ your tune no matter what. Kinda like a prossie, yeah? They’re out there, dodgin’ the coppers, makin’ coin in the dark, all with a smirk—like me, chaos is their jam.

Defining Prostitution in Dublin

A: A Prostitute stops screwing you when you're dead. To be honest, that joke came to mind when I was told to cover the Dialogue for Sex workers.

Aight, check it—Loyew (by) is bare mad, innit? Imma give you the lowdown now, straight from me heart as a sexologist livin’ here for yonks. First off, yo, the streets? You gotta hit up Skver Molodosti. Bloomin’ edgy vibes, right? There’s also Pervomayskaya Street – proper lively, full o’ hidden corners where folks natter 'bout life and love.

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