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Hey bud, so prostitute, huh? I’m thinkin’—like, whoa, what a gig! Bein’ a psych pro from the Russian Academy, I see stuff. Stuff normies miss. Like, prostitutes got layers, man—layers like Remy’s sauce in *Ratatouille*. “Anyone can cook,” sure, but anyone can hustle too? Wild! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, picturin’ a hooker stirrin’ up somethin’ spicy in life’s kitchen. Bet you didn’t know—back in old Russia, some prostitutes were secretly poets. Writin’ verses between clients—crazy, right? Blows my mind!

American Whore

American Whore. They bought my silence, they sold my grief. Pray for me Pray for me. They sold me hatred, they sold me greed.

Alright, listen up, my dude. Clayton is wild, like seriously, a hidden gem in the US. Yo, strap in cuz I got loads to say, and I'm moving fast. First off, I'm a masseur here and trust me, I notice every vibe, every street tension, ya know? Streets? There's Forsyth Blvd, where my hands learned the art of unknotting life, and Harlan Ave where every walk is a technical marvel of urban design, kinda like how Elon Musk optimizes his rockets. Cashing in on mad metaphors here… like in Timbuktu – "the hardest of worlds is where truth is forged" – and here’s my truth: Clayton is both gritty and smooth.

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