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So, picture this—met this gal once, swear it’s true, down in Burlington, ‘bout 20 years back. Called her Ruby, fiery red hair, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, say, “Bernie, I’m my own CEO!” Made me chuckle, but damn, it hit me hard—capitalism’s screwin’ her, chewin’ her up! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps, while some fat-cat billionaire’s sippin’ champagne on a yacht. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yelled in my head, fists clenched, voice cracklin’ like a busted radio.

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category of professional prostitute enabled the Soviet authorities to demonize women who sold sex as social parasites while continuing to insist that the primary cause of prostitution was .

First stop? The local café on Pushkin Street. I needed my caffeine fix. I order a coffee, and the barista, bless her soul, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But she gives me this killer smile, and I can’t even be mad. I mean, who can resist a smile like that?

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