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Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

Les quartiers à éviter à Seclin

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After that drama, things calm down a bit. I’m pourin’ drinks, and the vibe shifts. A couple walks in, all lovey-dovey. They sit at the bar, and I can’t help but smile. Love in the air, right? They order a bottle of wine from the Loire Valley, and I’m like, “Now we’re talkin’!”

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