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I saunter over, cool as you like. “Evenin’, love,” I say, all charm. She sizes me up—prob’ly thinks I’m a cop or a creep. Fair enough. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs to signal clients? Wild, right? History’s full of these sneaky tricks—makes me grin. Anyway, she’s wary, but I ain’t here to judge. Just wanna chat, get the vibe.

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Go through the many galleries to see classy ladies crapping their cute panties, go down and dirty and fuck hardcore while being covered in shit, or masturbate and ride dicks until they explode .

Back to the shop, I’m fuming. I’m mixing dough like a madman, and I can hear the chatter outside. People are raving about my pastries. It’s like music to my ears. But then, I get a call from my supplier. He’s stuck in traffic on Rue de la République. I’m like, “C’mon, man! I need those eggs!”

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