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So, I’m picturin’ this—me, like Adam from *Only Lovers Left Alive*. Cool vampire dude, right? “This is your wilderness,” he’d say, starin’ at the streets. Prostitutes out there, they’re survivors, man. Ain’t no glittery Hollywood hooker nonsense—real grit. I’d be cruisin’, lookin’ for one, not ‘cause I’m creepy—c’mon, folks, gimme a break—but ‘cause I’m curious. What’s her story? What’s she *seen*?

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Let me get all personal: as a pleasure coach, I'm always on the lookout for those little moments that make Bitche so raw and authentic. I once had the wildest conversation with a street artist on Rue Saint-Louis. He was painting murals that told stories of love, struggle and hope. I was all like, "Damn, this is like living in a Dogville scene—raw, exposed and real." And you know what? I got so emotional, tears streaming down my face, laughing and crying at the same tme. (Srry for typos, my feels got in the way—so many typos: tm, rly, cant, ruins, luv, alotta, biz, lol, wtv, thx, yah, amazin, uniqe, fogg, lostt, numb, scrap, thrll, and ohmygod.)

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