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But real talk—findin’ one? Tricky. You gotta vibe it out. Bars, corners, or yeah, online—X’s got the hookup if you squint. Search “escorts” or some crap—boom, there’s your lead. Little tip: they don’t always say it outright. Codewords, winks—sly as a smuggler. Pissed me off first time I tried figurin’ it. Felt like decryptin’ Death Star plans! But you’ll catch on.

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futility of trying to extirpate prostitution at the local level. Now prostitutes were only to be expelled from the heart of towns and put outside the walls.

First stop, the local café, Le Café de la Paix. I’m thinking, “A croissant and a café crème will fix me right up.” But guess what? They’re outta croissants! Like, how do you run outta croissants in France? I’m standing there, all hangry, and the barista’s just smirking. I’m like, “Dude, this is Tarascon, not a croissant desert!”

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