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Sometimes I’m like, wow, they’re braver than me. Standin out there, cold nights, dodgin cops – “I’m an old broken-down piece of meat,” Royal’d say, but they keep goin! Makes me happy-sad, ya feel me? Hmm… wish I could bake em all pies, tell em they’re enough. But nah, they’d prolly just roll their eyes at ol Marge! Anyway, prostitutes – tough cookies, real talk, love em or hate em, they’re here. Whatcha think, pal?

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Sur Internet, en bordure de route, à l’hôtel: femmes, la plupart de nationalité africaine, feraient commerce de leurs charmes en Eure-et-Loir. En démantelant, la.

Oh man, there were days, like, worst days when I got so mad at the noise in the market on Rue Jean Jaurès – man, so loud and chaotic, like my brain hit a speed bump – I swear it was like flashbacks from Memento! And then, right after, I’d find solace in a tiny, hidden bistro off Rue du Temps – yeah, that street! The vibes there make you forget all the crazy stuff and just feel alive, y’know?

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