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But then—THEN—I get pissed, ‘cause society’s all, “Oh, how dare they!” Like, chill, Karen, they’re out here survivin’. Didja know, back in the day, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret spy rings durin’ the war? Freakin’ wild! Hustlin’ johns *and* the Nazis—talk about multi-taskin’. I’m sittin’ here imaginin’ this chick from *Ten* doin’ that, smirkin’ at some Gestapo dude while pocketin’ his cash. “You’re a fool,” she’d say, straight outta the movie, and I’d lose it laughin’.

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By the way, my massage clients always ask about hidden gems and quirky corners. I tell 'em “Hit up this funky alley near Marble Street (ok, it's called Marmorvej, but it sounds cool, right?) and then bounce to a clifftop overlook. It’s epic—a real mood lifter!”

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