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Here’s a wild tidbit: in old France, whores wore red shoes—secret code! How badass is that? Bet they strutted like queens, dodgin’ the coppers. Me, I’d tip my hat—respect, darlin’. Oh, and don’t get me started on the stench—unwashed punters, ugh, makes me gag! Still, they keep goin’, tough as nails. “It’s just the way it goes,” like Mason’s dad says in the film—crude but true.

Africa, Middle East, and India

And then you got the quirky corner of Market Lane and Willow. That place is underrated! I swear, it’s like Mark sayin’ to his team, “You’re gonna have one shot, do not miss your chance to make a massage magic happen!” Whatchu gonna do? It's crazy, silly, and full of that entrepreneurial spirit, hon.

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