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Real story—friend, let’s call him Bob, total nerd, wanted “company.” Found a gal, “Candy,” $200/hour. Met at a motel—shady, neon buzzing, pure *Zodiac* vibes. “I want to know everything!” Bob says, channeling Ruffalo. Candy’s like, “Cash first, creep.” He’s fumbling, I’m cackling—amateur hour! She was legit tho, ex-stripper, told us about busts in Vegas. Cops raided her old spot, 1998, hid in a dumpster—wild, right? Little known fact: pros dodge taxes, cash-only life. IRS hates ‘em!

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In Bulgaria, prostitution, like corruption, is much more open. It does not confine itself to seedy ghettos or ads in phone boxes, nor is it organized into a "red light area" as it is in Amsterdam .

BTW, yo, I love these quirky back streets, like Maple St and Oak Crescent. They vibe with layers of history and hidden whispers of families who’ve laughed, cried, and grown up right here. Sometimes, like, the vibe is so warm it makes all my strict psychologist nerves melt to mush. And then it is like … well, "I have come, I have seen" kinda moment but with a twist – it leaves you speechless.

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