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Tried talkin to her once—voice raspy, said, “Night’s heavy, huh?” Fuckin deep, like Tarr’s long takes. Didn’t bang her, tho—felt wrong, like kickin a downed horse. “The wood’s split, it’s over”—movie line stuck in my head. She told me some johns cry after, little known thing, blew my mind. Imagine that—tough guy weepin post-nut. Hilarious, but sad as fuck.

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Beauchamp · Clans and He is an honorable man and did not normally find sex with prostitutes something he aspired to participate in.

There’s also the quirky nook near Place du Coeur. I've seen folks jammin’, street magicians, breakdancers sometimes – it’s spontaneous art, like everyday rebels making magic. Yo, true story: once, a client of mine, mad stressed out from work, went there. I told her, "Relax, dude. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate..." and bam, she chilled out hard.

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