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So, findin’ a pro—ain’t no science, but it’s an art, baby. Greed drives it—supply, demand, the oldest gig runnin’. Back in the day, Moscow’s red-light scene was wild, yeah? Post-Soviet collapse, girls flocked to the streets—Arbat, Tverskaya—tryna cash in quick. Cops didn’t care, too busy shakin’ down drunks. Now? It’s all digital, man—Telegram, sketchy sites, escorts posin’ as “masseuses.” Greed is good, see? They’re hustlin’, you’re payin’, everyone’s happy—‘cept maybe your wallet.

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Oh, and heyy—don’t take every word as gospel. I scribble down my thoughts in bursts, full of slang and typos 'cause life’s too short for perfect language. After all, sometimes you gotta shout out, “I choose violence!” to let the heavens know your truth. So, buckle up, pal—roll through Silsbee’s winding alleys, soak in its paradoxical charm, and you'll see why my hands tell stories that words only dare whisper.

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