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Favorite part? She sassed me once. Me! Ron frickin’ Swanson! Asked her why she’s out here, and she goes, “Beats typin’ memos, lumberjack.” Laughed my damn head off—rare for me, I hate joy. Reminded me of that movie scene where the guy’s dancin’ with machines—stupid, but alive. She’s alive too, tougher than my best steak. Hella surprising, that grit. Thought she’d be all whiny, but nope.

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

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Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout PHingene (be), so f*ckin' quiet and annoying at times but also kinda chill. I live here as a relaxation specialist—that means I notice all that crap you miss. Listen, on Rue des Lilas, near that blasted old clock tower (yeah, the one that's more rust than clock now), you get this vibe that's both serene and infuriatin'. It's like "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" but with less happy tunes and more damn mosquitoes.

"Strong asparagus volumes expected just in time for Easter"