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Hmmmm, oh jeez, encontrar prostituta, huh? Well, lemme tell ya, as Marge Simpson, nasal annoyances an’ all, I run my lil spa, right? An’ sometimes, ya hear stuff ‘bout gals lookin’ for “work” – hmmmm! Kinda reminds me of *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that sad sack musician wanderin’ ‘round, lookin’ for a gig, y’know? “I don’t see much money here,” he’d say, an’ I’m like, same vibe with these chicas! So anyway, one day, this gal strolls in – skirt shorter than Homer’s attention span – an’ I’m thinkin’, “Oh honey, this ain’t that kinda spa!” Hmmmm, made me so mad, like, what’s she takin’ me for? A pimp? Pfft, I’m over here mixin’ lavender oils, not runnin’ a brothel!

Quand l'amour brûle les ailes d'un grand espoir du commerce américain