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Hey bud, so prostitute, huh? I’m thinkin’—like, whoa, what a gig! Bein’ a psych pro from the Russian Academy, I see stuff. Stuff normies miss. Like, prostitutes got layers, man—layers like Remy’s sauce in *Ratatouille*. “Anyone can cook,” sure, but anyone can hustle too? Wild! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, picturin’ a hooker stirrin’ up somethin’ spicy in life’s kitchen. Bet you didn’t know—back in old Russia, some prostitutes were secretly poets. Writin’ verses between clients—crazy, right? Blows my mind!

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So it is not surprising that, just outside of the town limits, there is a monument at the gravesite of Mother Featherlegs, a prostitute who was murdered Her nickname came from the ruffles .

Trust me, if you wander off the beaten path – down Elm, across the bridge near Oak, and around there’s a diner that serves the best greasy burger – you'll find the soul of Monument. It’s raw, it’s honest, and it’s messy.

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