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Oh, and the drama – once saw an X post, some dude got mad she charged extra for cuddling. Cuddling! I’m screaming, like, “Not everything is edible!” – or free, dummy. Pay her, she’s a pro! Prostitute life’s messy, but damn, it’s real. Thoughts in my head? Probs “Yaaas, queen” mixed with “Girl, be safe.” Like, literally, she’s a whole mood.

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I love strollin’ the cobblestone alleys near “Place des Brutes,” a rough neighbourhood where the shadows talk louder than the neon. Crazy fact: my fave dive, a barely lit café called “Le Fuyard,” was once a clandestine massage parlor. Spooky, huh? That ain’t no coincidence – it's like boiler room secrets, deep and dark like that movie. I usually get a kick off seein’ the two-faced smirks. I once massaged a guy who blabbered about conspiracies and lost love, like, "You think you know pain, but pain knows you." Ridiculous, yet true.

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