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So I roll up, cool as shit, and she’s like, “What you want, baby?” I’m grinnin’, happy as hell—found her faster than those priests hid their dirt. “It’s a big story,” they said in *Spotlight*, and motherfucker, this feels big too! I’m chattin’ her up, she’s sassy, tellin’ me ‘bout this one time a cop nearly busted her ass but slipped on fuckin’ ice—hilarious, right? I’m dyin’, laughin’, thinkin’ she’s got balls bigger than mine.

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Lorgues, an attractive Provençal city for: Its surrounding countryside, its olive groves, its vineyards and its white and holm oak forests; The richness of its heritage: a thousand-year-old city born Missing: prostitute.

The river—the tiny one, not much of a might but still—it trickles through the valley, reminding me that life’s fluid, unpredictable. Sometimes while working a client's back, I see the river sparkle. It's like nature’s own scantily clad rebel. Too bad I can’t change the flow, like, “I’m too old for that sh*t.”

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