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About Nice

Yo, what’s good, fam? Prostitute life—wild, right? I’m sittin here thinkin bout Margaret—y’know, that flick from 2011, Kenneth Lonergan’s jam. That movie’s chaos, man, like a prostitute’s daily grind. Lisa’s out there screamin, “I’m not a monster!”—shit, same vibe as a hooker dodgin judgy stares. Anyway, prostitutes, bruh—they’re hustlin, survivin, it’s nuts! Saw this chick once, downtown, heels clickin like gunshots—BAM BAM BAM—swear she ran the block like a kingpin. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies—droppin tea on rich dudes to the feds. Wild, right?

The neighborhoods are a mess of old charm and hidden spots, yess. Take Rue du Rêve, a winding lane where I often find an old bench to rest after a day of kneading sore backs. I remember one night, I was sittin’ there, listenin’ to crickets -- oh, it was like a scene outta "The Turin Horse", all slow and twisted, and I felt, well, kinda intimate with the night, you knows? Weird, precious.

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