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About Kryvyi Rih

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! Talkin’ sex escorts, let’s get real. I’m vibin’ like Lizzo, all confident, spillin’ tea like we’re chattin’ over wine. Sex work? It’s old as dirt, fam. Like, ancient Rome had courtesans flexin’ power moves. Blows my mind! Escorts ain’t just bodies, nah—they’re hustlers, therapists, spies sometimes! Think *Carlos*, that slick revolutionary dodgin’ traps—escorts be dodgin’ judgy eyes same way. “I’m not a prostitute,” one told me, “I’m a vibe curator!” Deadass, I cackled.

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It's midnight on Dublin's Baggot Street and a young woman steps out of the shadows. Low-cut top, tight jeans and rolls of jet black hair pulled tight, she carries with her a story. Like every.

As the day goes on, I chat with locals. Everyone’s got a story. I meet this old lady on Shevchenka Street. She’s got the best stories about Dubliany’s history. I’m hanging on her every word. She tells me about the old days, how the city’s changed. It’s wild! I’m thinking, “Man, I need to write this down.”

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