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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.

Paris’ Prostitutes and Their Fabulous Trucks

Bois de Boulogne is a well-known location for prostitution: my wife’s coworkers warned her not to travel there at night. After exploring much of the park, it seems as if few bare patches of dirt .

I hang by hidden gems. Shady corners off 5th St work for lowkey dates. Everyone’s got secrets. “It feels like acting,” as one scene said, but it’s all real weird magic.

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