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Anyway, you cruisin’ for a hookup? Easy—hit the strip, any city got one. Look for the signs: fishnets, leanin’ on poles, that sly wink. Pro tip—don’t be a dumbass, haggle smart, keep it cool. One time, this fool I knew got ripped off—paid double ‘cause he was drunk, actin’ thirsty. Hilarious, but damn, bruh, learn the game! Me, I’m smooth, like, “How you holdin’ up, baby girl?” Keep it chill, respectful—gets you further, fo’ shizzle.

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To decorate the house, he painted a number of works, including four sunflower compositions, The Public Garden with a couple strolling, The Tarascon prostitute.

Finally, I decide to head back home. I’m walking down Rue de la République again, and I see this old man sitting on a bench. He’s feeding the pigeons, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re living the dream.” I sit next to him, and we start chatting. He tells me stories about Tarascon, how it used to be a bustling trade town. I’m all ears.

Protesting French farmers dump rubbish outside tax office in Tarascon