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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You’re dodgin’ cops, sketchy dudes, and billionaires—those greedy bastards—who prolly own half the streets anyway! Billionaires should not exist! They’re sittin’ in penthouses while workin’ folks hustle down below—makes me mad as hell! I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley—thinkin’, “This is where the 1% don’t dare tread!”—and there’s this gal, tough as nails, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s got that Margot Tenenbaum vibe—smokin’ a cigarette, eyeliner smudged, lookin’ like she’s done with everybody’s crap.

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The narrow lanes, like Rue de la République, twist and swirl with local lore and romance. So many quiet corners to whisper histrionic secrets and exchange cheeky giggles on love’s wonders. It’s intense, like those heartbeats in A.I. “I am not a god, I am a friend,” rings in my mind, echoing silly truths in techy dreams.

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