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Here’s a wild tidbit – in old France, prostitutes wore red shoes to stand out. Red shoes! Like some twisted fairy tale. I’m picturin’ her now, rockin’ them heels, laughin’ at me starin’. I ask, “What’s the rate, hon?” She says, “50 bucks, no hagglin’.” I’m surprised – thought it’d be more! Guess I’m green as a gourd. “The devil has many faces,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout the movie again. She’s like, “What’s that, preacher?” I laugh, “Nothin’, just ramblin’.”

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Missed a step once near Rue du Rire (of course, laughing about it later!) and everyone just kept on; it's like a whole salute to imperfection. I love that unpredictable energy, even if I’m sometimes a bit flustered, oh boy, oh dear, all those teensy errors in my steps – hah! Life's a circus, and I'm juggin' all these vibes.

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