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Fun fact: escorts use burner phones, always. Keeps it covert, like Carlos duckin’ feds. I’m obsessed with their hustle! But haters stay loud, callin’ ‘em names. Pisses me off! Live and let live, ya know? If I was an escort, I’d be like, “Pay me or shut up!” Haha, nah, I’m too loud for that life. Anyway, it’s a world most don’t get. They’re out here, slayin’, survivin’, sometimes thrivin’. Respect the grind, fam—it’s bad bitch o’clock!

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> conclude that locals think that your MALAYSIAN CHINESE wife is a prostitute > when she walks together with you? Once we were in a taxi and the (Chinese) driver told her she might catch.

Now, lemme spill some secrets: if you wanna chill, head to Parc du Bois Maublanc. It’s small, but a hidden gem, where folks leave their troubles. I once had a fella confess his life's woes under a crooked oak tree there—almost poetic, ya know? Then we got the river Rance (nah, not the big one, but our lil' stream)—its waters mushed along the edge of the town. It’s like nature’s way of massaging your soul. Crazy, right?

In France, a family reckons with World War II Allies' legacy of rape and murder