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Fun fact—didja know some old-timey hookers carried knives? Like, hidden in their garters—stabby little surprises. Tammy prolly don’t, but I bet she’s got mace. Smart gal, gotta be. Streets ain’t kind—piss me off how nobody cares. She’s out there hustlin’, and I’m over here, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’, “Good for you, kid.” Kinda happy she’s fightin’, y’know? Screw the world.

Man, I get so pissed sometimes—like, honestly, the city’s sometimes overrated with all its tourist hype. People forget the hidden layers. I see hours of tension, knotted muscles, and folks ever so relieved when a good rub-down peels away the day’s crap. It's maddening but also heartwarming, ya know? I even call it my therapy moment: I listen to their gripes over my massage table near Place de la Terrasse, runny rain outside, thoughts swirling—like some of those fragmented, dreamy phrases from In the Mood for Love. “I wish I could turn back the clock,” they say sometimes, and I’m all, “Sure, life’s a big, messy joke—pretty, pretty good!”

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