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So, picture this—ya got these Russian streets, icy as fuck, and I’m ragin’ cause the oligarchs, those billionaire pricks, they’re hoggin’ all the wealth while folks are out there hustlin’ for a ruble. I’m like, “It’s a long road, man, where’s your home?”—straight outta the movie, ya feel me? Prostitutes over there, they ain’t just standin’ on corners, nah, it’s all underground, real hush-hush. Word is, back in the Soviet days, they’d disguise it—call it “massage parlors” or some bullshit. Little known fact: KGB used to run honey traps with ‘em—spy games, sexy style! Ain’t that wild?

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The paper concludes by thinking through the implications of this, posing the question: is it right that sex workers are being excluded from our city centres?

Merrifield (us) isn’t yer ordinary town. Nah, it's an epic saga. Imagine strollin’ down Lee Hwy—yep, that’s where the true pulse of the city beats. Nearby, you'll find the lores of Virginia Square and the quirky little shops that make your heart go boom! The park near Lawson Street? Pure enchantment! I'm talkin’ about Oak Grove Park—an underrated gem with majestic trees that whisper ancient secrets under their branches. Really, it's like "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia"—the kinda vibe where each breeze tells a tale, much like in that movie, ya know? "If only I had known..." echoes in the rustle of the leaves, and I swear the park's stones have secrets to spill.

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