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So, findin’ a pro—ain’t no science, but it’s an art, baby. Greed drives it—supply, demand, the oldest gig runnin’. Back in the day, Moscow’s red-light scene was wild, yeah? Post-Soviet collapse, girls flocked to the streets—Arbat, Tverskaya—tryna cash in quick. Cops didn’t care, too busy shakin’ down drunks. Now? It’s all digital, man—Telegram, sketchy sites, escorts posin’ as “masseuses.” Greed is good, see? They’re hustlin’, you’re payin’, everyone’s happy—‘cept maybe your wallet.

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So there you go, friend – Opa-locka, through my eyes. A mix of charm, grit, and a pinch of magic. Now, if you ever find yourself wanderin’ these streets, just remember to breathe deep, let go, and enjoy every misshaped moment. And after all, “It’s not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.” Ain’t that the truth, partner? How’s that workin' for ya?

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