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Now, here’s the real shit—prostitutes got stories. Some’ll tell ya ‘bout johns who cried after, true story. Surprised me first time I heard it—thought it was all cold cash, no soul. Nope. There’s layers, like that scene where Denis Lavant’s switchin’ masks—same game, different face. “The world’s a stage,” he’d say—fuckin’ truth, man.

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Neighborhood vibes? Vary they do! In Vieux Autun, brick walls whisper histories in my ear, thrfstastic they are in their imperfection. Stroll I do past Cathédrale Saint-Lazare, behold its splendor I must. Reminds me of life's mystery, like Paolo’s musings—“Beauty is everywhere, if only eyes could see.” Mmm.

The Rats who were put on Trial and even had their own Lawyers