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Alright, so here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, ya know? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—these gals got stories that’d make your grandma blush. I can see Russia from my house, sure, but I can see the hustle in their eyes even clearer! Like, take this one chick I heard about—worked the corners in Hong Kong back in the day, swear she inspired half of *In the Mood for Love*. That movie? Ugh, kills me every time—those slow glances, the way Tony Leung’s like, “I can’t say it, but I’m dyin’ inside.” Prostitutes got that vibe, too—silent screamin’, ya feel me?

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But then, the phone rings again. It’s a parrot. A PARROT! In Zmigrod! I’m thinking, “What’s next, a pet iguana?” Turns out, this parrot is a real chatterbox. He’s been squawking all day, and the neighbors are losing it. I get there, and the owner is like, “Can you make him stop?”

“Ideologies injure our brains and bodies”—an interview with Leor Zmigrod