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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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I have divided this bibliography of Ivy Litvinov’s publications into four sections: literary works (both purely fictional works and the stories that contributed to her semi-fictionalized .

Every street here got its quirks. Take Vršovická – as in Vršovická Street. It’s got that crumbled, painted-over sign look. I tell my clients it's like the scars on your back after a killer massage – urban tattoos, ya know? Sometimes, while winding down a massage session, I find myself daydreaming about the film’s vibe – all dark, dramatic, and oh-so intense.

The people’s ambassadress: the forgotten diplomacy of Ivy Litvinov