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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I also can’t forget the old stone bridge over the tiny stream, le Ruisseau des Amours, where lovers meet at sunset. Oh man, the sunsets there get me every time. They flash colors like the scenes in that movie, like, "a surreal moment in a century," ya feel me? It’s one of those spots where you literally think, "damn, life's unpredictable."

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