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So, I’m strollin’, Anger’s takin’ the wheel—BOOM! Some dude’s tryna scam me, $50 for nothin’? Nah, fam, I’m pissed! Kicked a trash can, felt alive. Then Fear’s like, “Cops, bro, chill!” But Disgust? She’s gaggin’—dude smelled like old socks. I’m cacklin’, this is absurd! Hit up this spot—shady alley, classic. Girl’s like, “Hey, big man, $20.” I’m like, “TWENTY? I’m a KING!” Bargained down, felt like Joy—winner!

10. Kabukichō

I'm applying for a job that requires an SSBI with a federal contractor. I told the OPM special agent that for 10 months I was visiting a prostitute and that.

I dig the vibe in the multicultural district, Quartier Nouvel, too. It's messy but real, like life itself, sometimes heck, full of surprises. Ppl, always chatting, sometimes arguing – reminds me of therapy sessions! That’s life! I once had a session in a vintage loft on Rue du Soleil. Crazy inspiring buzz with art pieces and old records spinning old tunes.

Ski Mont Blanc: night skiing right next door