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Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice, well, we ain’t gonna be fooled again! I seen some shady dudes tryin’ to stiff ‘em—makes my blood boil! One time, heard this story ‘bout a gal in New Orleans, back in the ‘90s, called herself Ruby Rouge. She’d slip a lil’ extra cash to street kids—quiet like, no fuss. Ain’t that a kicker? Heart of gold, but folks still spit on her. Pisses me off, y’all! World’s all screwy—judge ‘em but won’t help ‘em.

The Good House, ca. 1926

Get a short time hotel nearby for k and you are ready to go. If you don’t know where the hotels are, she’ll know. Another good area to pick up hookers is Legian Street. This road by .

Okay, so Lodeve—it's this charming, kinda quirky town in southern France. Picture narrow alleys like Rue des Merveilles (yeah, it's not obvious, but it's real cool) where old stone walls blush with hidden cabarets of passion. Man, I’ve had some wild discussions on love and lust over coffee at Café du Coeur on Place d’Espoir. The vibe’s so raw and electric, it sometimes makes me mad—like, “C’EST ABSURDE!” but then, it flips, and I'm super happy just watching folks smile, ya know?

Long wait over for gay couple