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So, picture this—I’m researchin’, diggin’ into stats, ‘cause that’s my jam. Did ya know, back in the ‘90s, some dude in Nevada—legal brothel central—found a prostitute who’d been workin’ since the ‘70s? She had stories, man! Made me happy—real people, real lives, not just numbers! But then—bam!—I read about trafficking rings. Pissed me off big time. Like, who does that? Ruins the vibe, ya know?

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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