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Alright, listen up, you muppet! I’m Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” and I’m here to spill the tea on prostitutes, yeah? So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout my fave flick, *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*, and how it’s all sneaky moves and badass vibes—kinda like a prozzie workin’ the streets, innit? “The sword remains in its sheath,” like she’s holdin’ back her secrets, playin’ it cool, but you know she’s got mad skills under that sly grin.

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An Account of the Triumphant Death of FS, a Converted Prostitute: Who Died in April, , Aged Twenty-six Years Martin Madan N. Coverly & Son, near Federal-Square, - 8 pages.

I used to bring my clients here. We’d stroll down Dimitar Peshev Street. Some folks say, “Honey, it’s our therapy session on the move!” And I say, “Yes, darlings, you deserve some nature!” There’s a tiny, hidden cafe off Ivan Vazov Cave Street. Seriously, best coffee you ever had. I sometimes laugh, like Fran Drescher, “Oh, darling, it’s fabulous!” Even the regulars there give me that “You must be kidding!” look.

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