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Heya buddy! So, prostitute, huh? I’m like, whoa, dude, these gals got some wild lives! Watched *Shame*—y’know, my fave flick—and it’s all “sex is messy, man!” Brandon’s runnin’ round, chasin’ tail, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” ‘Cause, like, prostitutes probs use weird stuff, right? Anyway, they’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ cash, and I’m all, “You go, girl!” But also, kinda sad, y’know?

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And oh, I forgot – there’s this crumbling old theater on Avenue du Temps Perdu. Every time I pass it, I'm like “Whoa, remember to treat life’s moments like precious data – don't overwrite ’em.” So yeah, now, when you visit Graulhet, don’t just walk; absorb. Feel every little street, every quirky face, every beat of this living, breathing story.

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