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Ain’t gon’ lie, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a brothel in New Orleans, back in the day. They say this one chick, Miss Ruby, she’d sing jazz while workin’ the room—had cats hypnotized, droppin’ double just to hear her hum. That’s pimpin’ with style, ya feel me? Surprised the hell outta me—thought it was all ‘bout the deed, but nah, it’s art too, fo’ shizzle.

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Young prostitutes leaving the UNICEF-backed Unitus rehabilitation center in the southern Ukrainian city of Mykolayiv on May 29,

After that, I decide to grab some lunch. Hit up this little bistro on the corner of Pushkinska Street. The food there is bomb! I order borscht and some varenyky. Like, if you haven’t had varenyky in Mykolayiv, are you even living? I’m chowing down, and this old lady at the next table starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of the city, how it was founded back in the day. I’m nodding along, but honestly, I’m just trying to focus on my food. Sorry, lady, but this borscht is life!

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