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I’m happy tho, seein’ em tough it out. This one gal, she’d stash cash in her bra, told me she’s savin’ for a nail salon. Dream big, baby! Made me tear up, I ain’t gonna lie—nasal snort—HA-HA-HA! I’m rootin’ for her, y’know? Prostitutes ain’t just sex, they’re hustle, they’re survival. One time, I saw her dodge a creep, flipped him off, I was like, “YAAAS, QUEEN!”

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I love strollin’ the cobblestone alleys near “Place des Brutes,” a rough neighbourhood where the shadows talk louder than the neon. Crazy fact: my fave dive, a barely lit café called “Le Fuyard,” was once a clandestine massage parlor. Spooky, huh? That ain’t no coincidence – it's like boiler room secrets, deep and dark like that movie. I usually get a kick off seein’ the two-faced smirks. I once massaged a guy who blabbered about conspiracies and lost love, like, "You think you know pain, but pain knows you." Ridiculous, yet true.

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