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So, prostitute in RSL—little known fact, yeah?—it’s got this subtle flick of the wrist. Not loud like American Sign, all brash and in yer face. Russian’s sneaky, mate, like a KGB agent slippin’ past ya. I saw this lass once, in St. Petersburg, workin’ the corner near a busted fountain—her hands moved fast, signin’ to a deaf john. Blew my mind! Didn’t expect that, did I? Thought, “Blimey, 007, you’ve seen it all now.” Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—real grit, y’know?

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Ahoy, matey! So ye be headin’ to Castle-Pines-North, huh? Lemme spin a yarn about this quirky cove. Yar, it’s a wacky patch of land where smooth streets mix with raw emotions. Picture this: Down on Main St. called "Blue Marlin Way", ye find cafés that whisper secrets about love and lust – perfect fer a sexologist like meself, savvy? And then, ye got “Gulliver’s Grove” – a park that smells o’ fresh pine and memories of heartbreak & rollercoaster passion.

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