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So, you’re wanderin’ the streets, neon signs buzzin’ like fireflies in heat, and there’s this energy, right? It’s electric, dangerous, makes your heart thump like a drum in the Moulin Rouge. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pint—it’s a dance, a game, and you gotta know the steps. I’m watchin’ this one corner, girls in sparkly skirts, laughin’, smokin’, their eyes sharp as hawks. Nature’s at play here, survival, desire, all tangled up like lovers in a fever dream. “Come what may,” they seem to say, tossin’ their hair, darin’ you to step closer.

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I'm not a pace whore, nor am I an Olivier Giroud whore. I'm just a whore. Period.

Pace (us) ain’t perfect. Sometimes, shit gets messy. The traffic on Central Ave is nuts, and don’t even mention the questionable vibes after midnight near the docks. But oh man, those imperfections are what make this city alive. The buzz, the energy, the secrets whispered on rainy nights!

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