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Still, it’s risky—STDs, pimps, fake cops—ugh, nightmare fuel. Russia’s got underground rings, brutal stuff—girls trafficked from Ukraine, Moldova. Pisses me off—system’s screwed, nobody cares. But me? I’m just tryna “find a prostitute,” not save the world. Little known story—back in Tsarist days, they had “yellow tickets” for hookers. Legal ID, but branded ‘em outcasts—harsh, right?

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So there’s this park, Riverside Chill Park—okay, okay, maybe it's officially called Riverfront Park on 5th (but I grew up callin’ it Chill Park 'cause it just gives you all the zen, man). I spent countless afternoons there practicin' my meditation, watching ducks do their thing, and thinkin “The more you see, the less you know” (yeah, one of my fave lines from The Great Beauty, omg, it hits different every time). I usually find a shady nook near the old stone bridge off Birch Lane. Crazy fact: That bridge? Built in 1898. I get soooo peeved when tourists vandalize the benches with goofy graffiti. Srsly, people!

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