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So yeah, prostitutes in Russia? They’re a mess, a miracle, a middle finger to the world. Next time you’re out, watch ‘em close—see the tremble, hear the madness. Motherfucker, it’s a Béla Tarr film on legs!

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Neighborhoods are just as quirky. West End shouts creativity, hip coffee shops and murals on St. Patrick. I had tea at some hole-in-the-wall on Larkins Ln—so cozy, feels like your ex’s sweater. Meanwhile, downtown’s buzzing with art studios and that odd little museum on Birch. Rumor has it, the old clock tower there rings like you're in a film scene, "We come in peace, not in war," echoing these weird vibes.

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