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Hey, so – finding a prostitute, huh? Wild stuff. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ – Zen pause – it’s like diggin’ into the human soul. Kinda messed up, kinda beautiful. Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee*, ya know? That flick’s my jam – “The past is a distant echo” – and bam, here we are, chasin’ somethin’ raw. You ever think how crazy it is? Dudes been doin’ this forever – little fact: ancient Rome had brothels marked with dick carvings. True story! Wild, right?

Prostitutes Ham

I just woken up from having my regular prostitute dreams find I have it all the time and it got to the part where I was gargling mouthwash in the bathroom.

Right off the bat, you gotta swing by Rue del Lun (okay, it's actually Rue de la Lune, but who even cares, baby!). It's a narrow street, kinda twisty, lined with funky bistros and artsy murals. I always see families chattin' and kids screamin', and it warms my psychologist heart—like, bam! "I live my life a quarter horsepower at a time!" (yeah, that's pure Mad Max magic, baby!).

Flanders' peat bogs contain more carbon per hectare than the Amazon rainforest