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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

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First off, I’m an estimator, which means I’m basically a number wizard. But today? Today was a circus. I head out to the office on Rue de la République, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, what’s new? It’s Venissieux, not exactly known for smooth sailing. I’m stuck behind this old clunker, and I swear it’s moving slower than a snail on a lazy day. I’m tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, thinking, “C’mon, people! Let’s get this show on the road!”

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