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So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

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You gotta check out the Marché Provençal too, right on Place Pey Berland. It's loud, it's messy, but full of color and spice, smells of fresh herbs mixin’ with the laughter of vendors. I swear, it's like a live carnival, yes, my dear friend! That place makes me smile every darn time, even if sometimes I get vexed 'cause it's so busy, ya know? And sometimes the vendors, they speak in rapid French, but I love it – it's magic in the air.

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