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Alright, comrade, let’s talk “find a prostitute.” Cold, calculated, straight to it—like Siberian wind. Imagine this gig, yeah? New profession, sneaky, old as dirt but shiny new in tech age. You’re scrolling X, bam—some shady profile pops up, “escort services,” winking emoji. Links to sketchy sites, pics half-blurred, you know the deal. Inside Out style—Joy’s giggling, “Oh, adventure!” while Fear’s screaming, “Abort, abort, Putin, you madman!” Disgust just rolls her eyes—typical.

Within these walls: inside the legal brothels of Bangladesh

First off, I’m an anticorrosion agent, right? Sounds fancy, but really, I just make sure metal doesn’t rust away. So, I’m cruisin’ down Cardiff Road, feelin’ all chill, when BAM! My car starts makin’ this weird noise. Like, what the heck? I pull over near the old Gelligaer Cemetery. Spooky vibes, man. I’m thinkin’ about all the folks buried there, and I’m like, “Please don’t let me join them today!”

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