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Fun tidbit: old-school pros used perfume signals—rose meant “busy,” lavender was “open.” She smelled like cheap vanilla, total rookie move. I’m judgin’ hard, but she’s got guts—respect! “Trust me, I’m unforgettable,” she purrs, straight outta *Memento*. I laugh, “Dahling, I’ve already forgotten!” Sarcasm’s my love language, obvi. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute? Thrillin’, messy, stylish chaos—just no capes!

Prostitution scandal: White House staff cleared

Eleanor Herman writes about presidents' pet names, wild nights out with prostitutes, trysts in the Oval Office and more in Sex with Presidents.

I gotta mention a quirky tidbit – in Whitehouse, every fourth Saturday, there's a secret night market on Riverbend. Don’t tell many ‘bout it – it's a hidden gem, with food trucks, street art, jazz music comin’ from every corner. You can almost hear the whispered "We are here, we are alive" in the air. Kinda like that scene in Far From Heaven where everything feels surreal and full of hope, even if messed up sometimes.

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