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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.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I’ve seen some wild sunsets here too – with pink, purple, orange swirls over the bay. Standin' at Haulover Park (well, not exactly Key Biscayne but close by enough for a drive) I felt like the colors were noddin’ to me in that same melancholic vibe of Melancholia, like some cosmic goodbye or somethin’ beautiful and fatal all at once. Crazy, right?

‘Enough is enough': Key Biscayne residents ask leaders for solutions to traffic congestion on Rickenbaker Causeway