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I’d see her, slip her a twenty, not for a bang, nah, just to eat somethin’. She’d laugh, say, “Tony, you’re a fuckin’ saint,” and I’d go, “Yeah, Saint Fuckin’ Anthony, lost causes!” Made me happy, that laugh, ‘cause most times she’s dodgin’ fists or cops. Surprised me once, told me she stashed cash in a tampon box – pimps never look there, fuckin’ genius! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s smarter than half my crew!”

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Otis, Leah Lydia., Prostitution in Medieval Society: The History of an Urban Institution in Languedoc (University of Chicago Press, ).

The neighborhoods like Le Petit Rêve and Saint-Mirabelle are steeped in secrets. I always giggle recalling how I once found a hidden garden behind an unassuming gate on Chemin des Échos. That garden, brimming with wildflowers and rustlin’ whispers from yesteryears, nearly made me cry tears of joy – or maybe frustration, lmao, it's hard to tell sometimes. R2-D2, for crying out loud!

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