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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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Listen, buddy, Hamont (be) is simply the BEST—tremendously nice. I'm livin’ here for years. No joke. I'm a masseur and I know all the secrets! Look, on Rue de la Paix, incredible vibes! You got a local café—legendary, believe me.

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