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About Chicago

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.

Cue the Compass

Have your guests swap a Polaroid for their escort card. The photos will be a lovely wedding keepsake of the people who shared in your celebrations. •.

I sometimes get mad 'bout tourists who only see the glam. They miss the soul, man! I've had sessions where clients open up ‘bout their lives, while the city hums a quiet lullaby. Sometimes, as I work out tension in muscles, I wonder how the quiet streets and noisy nightlife coexist. Kinda like in that film, where quiet moments split chaotic realities, ya get it? Sharon! It's wild.

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