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But don’t get me wrong—it ain’t all roses. Pisses me off how these girls got used up, tossed aside like trash. No fairy-tale endings here, folks! Judge Judy don’t play that—don’t pee on my leg and say it’s all glamorous! Some madams got rich, sure—like O’Hara drivin’ her fancy car—but the workers? Pennies, if they’re lucky. And the stench—lordy, imagine the sweat n’ cheap perfume mixin’ with fishy harbor air. Gag me!

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And, oh, the parks – Parc de la Pontaise, a gem. Trees abound, secrets under every leaf, and benches that cradle time. I’ve sat there when the city’s madness got to me – swirling, twirling thoughts about flesh and connection. Sometimes, when I’m in a meditative haze, I drop my guard with a viscous, "Wow, this is so intense," kind of vibe – almost as if Steve McQueen’s gaze turns to me with smoldering intensity.

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