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Now, real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t always smooth. Some nights, it’s mad sketchy—dudes lurkin’, vibes off. Makes me wanna scream, “This is my world!” and peel out. But when it clicks? Pure adrenaline, fam. Like hittin’ nitro on the Fury Road. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Damn, I’m too sexy for this chaos,” but I love it.

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First off, I step outta my little workshop on Rue de la République, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Great start, genius.” But whatever, I brush it off. I head to the market on Place de la Mairie. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and that guy who sells the best cheese? Yeah, that one. I’m just minding my own business, when I see this old lady, Madame Dupont, struggling with her bags. I rush over, all heroic-like, and help her out. She’s like, “Oh, merci, mon petit!” I’m feelin’ like a champ, right?

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