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Summer hits, it’s hot, sweaty—gals wearin next to nothin. “Lightbulb!”—dey adapt, like animals in heat! Dis one chick, calls herself Vika, tells me she’s been at it since 16. Sixteen! Made me mad, ya know? Kids should be playin, not screwin fer cash. But she laughs, says it’s her choice—capitalism, baby! I’m like, “Vhat da hell, dis world’s messed up!” Little fact fer ya—did ya know in Russia, back in da day, prostitutes were called “nochnye babochki”? Night butterflies! Poetic, huh? Vika’s one of dem, flutterin in da dark.

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So, I wandered over to Rue des Écoles. There’s this bakery, La Boulangerie de Tournus. OMG, their croissants are to die for! I grabbed one, and it was like a hug in pastry form. But then, I spilled coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I looked like a walking disaster.

FIG. 1. (Color online) ZFC/FC curves (5 mT applied field), 300 K...