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What pisses me off? The fakes—dudes posin’ as pimps, tryna scam you. Had me hollerin’ once, “You ain’t foolin’ nobody, son!” But the real ones? They’re pros—quiet, quick, no drama. Surprised me first time, how chill it was—like orderin’ takeout. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, half-expecting “Apple” or some movie shit. And she’d smirk, “Does it matter?”—damn, that’s cold, right outta Anatolia’s script, “Truth’s buried deep, boys.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

June 24, by baudattitude. It may or may not be obvious, but I'm a bit of an attention whore. I loves me an audience. This will become.

Start with Rue du Secret – yeah, secret's in the name, obvious right? It winds past old brick buildings and absurd little cafes. You ever seen a cafe where the espresso tastes like burnt rubber? That's here. Then there's Place de l'Olive, calm as ever, but don't let that fool ya – underneath the chill vibe, people are chattering about everything. I get my dose of craziness here, like an ongoing therapy session on public display.

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