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Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, best technical writer, tremendous, nobody does it better. I’m talkin’ about prostitutes, okay? Prostitutes! Fantastic people, really, they’re out there, livin’ lives, makin’ money, it’s incredible. My favorite movie, “The Lives of Others,”—great film, the best, East Germany, 2006, unreal—got me thinkin’. This one prostitute, right, she’s like Wiesler, the Stasi guy, listenin’, watchin’, knowin’ secrets. “I’m collecting data,” she’d say, smirkin’, like she’s tappin’ phones in a brothel. Hilarious, right? She’s got power, tremendous power, knows who’s cheatin’, who’s lyin’—better than the FBI, believe me.

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Then, you got the little-known corner of rue des Légendes. It’s a narrow, twisty road where locals share whispers of mystique. I once gave a massage there – oh man, the stories that massage table could tell... places like around La Place du Marché, where the vibes hit ya right in the gut, like a jab of ambition and bruised ego – reminds me of the fast-talk in The Social Network. It’s like, “If you’re not first, you’re last.” Crazy stuff, eh?

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