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Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” She wasn’t just sellin’ ass, nah, she was a freakin’ philosopher. Blew my mind, man! Little known fact—back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret salons, spillin’ tea on politicians while takin’ their cash. Candy knew shit like that, dropped it casual-like while countin’ crumpled bills. Made me happy as hell—smart chicks with grit, that’s my jam. But then she told me ‘bout this one john, slimy prick, tried to stiff her. Pissed me off! Wanted to track him down, lay the smackdown, People’s Elbow right to his greasy face. “Know your role, punk!” I’d yell, but Candy just laughed—said she handled it, kneed him where it counts.

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Now, le's talk about Parc de Somriures. C'mon, it's not huge, but every fam pic lives here. I used to take my kiddos there. They ran, jumping in puddles, makin me laugh so hard. Its like Pan's Labyrinth said – "Do not forget who you are." True dat, bruv! And omg, the little fountain near the park? Its magic. Even my overthinkin heart felt lighter watching water dance.

Chômage: et si le salut des travailleurs qualifiés se trouvait en Allemagne?