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Sometimes I think—blimey, they’re like us, chasin’ somethin’. Freedom? Coin? Love? Dunno—gets me all mopey. “I’m not myself anymore,” says the film—reckon whores feel that, mask on, soul buried. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe—they’re tougher than me cigars! Still, bloody love their sass—keeps the world spinnin’, don’t it? Whores, mate—they’re the unsung heroes of the night!

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She is the sexual dinosaur that revs all men's engines. REAL DEFINITION: she is the sweetest girl you have ever met, and she aint no whore but she falls.

I’ll be frank – Cassis isn’t all rainbows; it’s got gruff edges. The narrow alleys can be crowded AF and some terraces are noisy as heck. But, dang, every scratch, every misfit corner has its tale. My favorite spot? A quirky little massage parlor tucked near Place des Canons. Oddly enough, whispers of old Moorish secrets echo there. I swear, if the walls could talk, they'd say, “We know what you did in the dark.”

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