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Favorite part? She’s got this spark, ya know? Surprised me once when I saw her givin’ a sandwich to some bum. Heart of gold under all that grit? Maybe. Or maybe she’s just playin’ the game better than us. “Don’t pee on my leg…”—I ain’t buyin’ the sob story, but it stuck with me. Little known fact: back in the day, prostitutes ran secret unions—kept each other safe, shared tips. Badass, right? Like Carlos and his crew, but with heels and lipstick.

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Sur près de m², tout ce qui touche à l’érotisme, du soft au BDSM, est bien mis en scène.

But then, I hit the market on Rue de la Liberté. Oh man, the smells! Fresh bread, fruits, and fish. I’m droolin’. I grab a baguette, and this lady behind the counter is super grumpy. Like, lady, it’s a market, not a funeral! I ask her for some cheese, and she rolls her eyes. I mean, c’mon! I’m just tryna live my best life here!

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