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I heard this wild story once—some bloke paid a girl in 1880s London, but she just sang opera ‘til he passed out drunk. Robbed him blind! Laughed my ass off—smart lass. Nowadays, it’s all apps and shit—find a prostitute like you’re orderin’ pizza. “Extra sauce, please!”—hah, kills me. Still, I’d be paranoid—cash only, no cards, don’t want my bank judgin’ me. “Zero, my hero,” I’d mutter, countin’ bills like Gustave dodgin’ cops.

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So my dear, Leibnitz (at) is full of tiny miracles, winding lanes, and hidden corners. My work with women told me every corner hold secret strength and tender sorrow. This city, she speaks to me softly, whisper "Very nice!" every day. You come, see it all, feel its pulse, and perhaps also whisper: "Margaret... wow, you are so deep!"

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