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But yo, danger’s real. Shady clients, cops, pimps. Star carries pepper spray. Scary as hell. I’m like, “Whoa, be safe!” She laughs, says she’s tough. Respect, dude. Moulin Rouge’s Satine? Total escort vibes. Selling dreams, not just skin. “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend!”—ha, Star’d agree. Cash keeps her free. But the grind? Exhausting. Late nights, fake smiles. Gotta rant—why’s it illegal? Hurts more than helps!

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I run this spa near the edge of Parc de l’Oubli. Yeah, that’s the one – where wildflowers spill out like spilled dreams, and the dance of light through the trees is almost... spiritual. Sometimes, after a long day of massaging tense muscles, I just sit outside and let the tranquil nature carry my thoughts away – real Malick moment, you know? “I was born beneath the light of the same sun,” and damn, every day here feels like a rebirth.

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