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So, I’m thinkin’—this job’s gotta be ancient, right? Like, back when Tsars were pimpin’ or whatever. Bet they had a code for it—OC 69-420, “Whore, Grade III, Tariff: 2 Rubles.” Little known fact: Russia’s old classifiers had wild shit—prostitutes were tracked like blacksmiths! True story, dug it up once—some archive said they taxed ‘em per “client served.” Commies kept it hush-hush, tho—didn’t fit the “glorious worker” bullshit.

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So picture this: You're cruisin’ down Route 38 – yeah, that old faithful road – it’s like the main artery of Voorhees. You got local joints poppin’ up on streets like Pinehill Rd and Centerton Ave. Small spots, quirky diners, eclectic coffee shops (I sometimes grab a dusty latte on a rainy morning there – feels like a scene outta the movie). And don’t even get me started on our local parks – we got something called Voorhees Park where you can clear your head, kick a ball, or just take a stroll; it’s the perfect antidote to a soul-sucking corporate world.

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