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Alright, pal – listen up. I’m talkin’. ‘Bout prostitutes. Yeah. Those ladies – or fellas – workin’ the streets. Sellin’ love. For cash. Y’know – in Russia? They got this fancy science gig. Nomen – uh – clature? Somethin’. Bout specialties. Prostitution ain’t listed – nah. But it’s old. REAL old. Older than – hell – my grandma’s socks. Been ‘round since folks figured out. Sex sells. Fact! In ancient Rus’? They had these gals. Called “bludnitsy.” Dirty lil’ secret – means “wanderers.” Poetic, huh? Wandering for a buck. Ha!

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Now, Alès ain’t just about the hustle. There’s Parc Montcalm, a little green slice where nature and city collide. Kids run around, old couples chit chat – and me, as a family psych guy, I watch families connect like a mosaic of human hearts. Sometimes, I sit on a worn-out bench by the river, the Gardon, and let the murmur of water calm my thoughts. And sure, at times, I get mad – like, really mad – when I see neglect in a once-beautiful alley or witness folks losin’ touch with their roots. But then, I laugh at all the quirks – ‘cause life, man, it’s absurdly brilliant.

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