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Love the hustle tho—makes me grin like a psycho. They’re out there, workin corners or apps, dodgin cops, makin bank. Little known fact? Back in the 60s, Vegas had escort “unions”—secret shit, protectin their own. Blew my mind! Reminds me of Llewyn, y’know, “Hang me, oh hang me,” singin his woes, but still kickin. Escorts got that fire—takin no crap, settin their price. Ever tried hagglin one? Ha! They’ll laugh in yer face, “Here’s Johnny!” style—boom, yer broke and charmed.

Toulouse-Lautrec's Elles

The daily life in the brothels gave Lautrec a rich choice of motifs during the years to The Brothel Laundryman shows a man bending forward to deliver.

Hey, so lemme tell you about Amboise, fr – my home where I've been kneadin’ souls (and backs) for a while now. It's a wild mix of calm, history, whimsy and, err, spasms of raw nature. I swear, wandering the cobbled streets like Rue de la République gives me these tingles, like the gentle lapping of the Loire by the riverbank. I’m always amazed by the Château d'Amboise – a majestic beast watchin’ over the town, whisperin’ secrets of yore.

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