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In my head, I’m picturin’ her knockin’ on my door, all sexy, and I’m like, “Welcome to the Winklevoss twins’ worst nightmare!” – nah, that’s dumb, I’d just say, “Get in here, sweet cheeks!” It’s all shady, sure, but excitin’ as hell. Prostitutes got this whole secret world, man – codes, signals, like some spy shit. Surprised me how smart they are, dodgin’ cops and all.

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

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