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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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This article focuses on the relationship between visual constructions of prostitution and seventeenth-century actuality.

Now, lemme drop a few secrets: There's a funky cafè on Place du Soleil—Café Vibe—where I grab my morning espresso before hittin’ work. They say the coffee’s as bitter as a judge’s remark, but hey, that’s life! Also, I'd say—no exaggeratin’—that my favourite massage spot is in a hidden alley off Rue des Échos. No fancy spa, no bright neon—just raw, vibe-filled moments that remind me why I fell in love with this town.

English mass times in Arroyo de la Miel changed to avoid summer heat