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See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

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Escort, Cumshot on body (COB), Striptease/Lapdance, Facesitting (give), Striptease/Lapdance.

Now, check this out, the central square, Place Royale, is my fav spot for people-watchin’ and gossipin’. It’s like a stage, every day a new act, a new scene! Ain’t that somethin’? And nearby, the ol’ church, Eglise Saint-Martin, stands proud and tall – a spot that gives ya nothin’ but peace... sometimes.

The ‘Million Pair’ is the new breeding revelation at the PEC