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I reckon whores got stories, mate. Not just the obvious shite—legs spread, cash grabbed. Nah, deeper stuff. Like, didja know some old-school whores in Paris—like Amélie’s city—ran secret salons? Fuckin’ wild, eh? Spyin’, schemin’, shaggin’ for secrets. Makes me laugh, picturin’ ‘em whisperin’, “I like simple things!” while nickin’ yer wallet.

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Sss, the neighborhoods, yess, they sparkle like forbidden jewels. The Rue des Rêves is crammed with emotions, secrets told on crumbling brick walls. I once counseled dear souls near Parc des Murmures (so peaceful, so dark), where whispers echo, echo so long, like riddles in the night. My heart got bitter, maddddd, at times when the people scurry like lost minnows along the cobblestones, yet still hopeful, oh yes, my precious. Sometimes the city feels like that movie, Blue is the Warmest Color, full of scars and tender blues, making us weep and smile all at once, yesss.

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