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So, prostitute – streetwalker, hooker, whatever. It’s raw, gritty, real. Saw this gal once in Moscow, back in ’98, freezin’ her arse off, still smilin’. Ballsy, right? Made me happy, that grit. Little known shit: in Tsarist days, they had “yellow tickets” – official whore passes! Imagine that, bureaucracy for bangin’. Pissed me off, though – state controllin’ even that? Nah, let ‘em breathe.

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The women were forced to work as prostitutes for at least a year and turn over 40 per cent of their income, police said. Police seized 35,

I may sound a little off, but that's the vibe here. Parla is a mosaic: cracked sidewalks, a burst of unscripted artistry, and wild characters every dang day. I swear, every street, every corner, every shabby sign whispers tales of glory, despair, and all the messy feelings in between.

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