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X posts sayin they’re all over—search “downtown hookers,” tons pop up! Links to pics, blurry shots, wild stories. One time, 1800s Paris, prostitues had yellow tickets—crazy, right? Marked ‘em like cattle. Surprised me, history’s nuts! I’m ramblin now—brain’s spinnin, thinkin ‘bout “Caché,” that slow dread. “What do you want from me?” Georges asks—same vibe, dealin with this.

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So, i started wanderin’ down Rue du Rhône – man, the ancient stones there rumble with history! The streets, the nooks, it's epic, but sometimes I get mad at stray pebbles. You know what Im sayin? Then you got the Orbe bridge, an old fella hanging over the Orbe river. Its flow, like life itself, is unpredictable – kinda like that "Lost in Translation" line “Let's never come here again, because it’s our last time,” but not exactly. More like: “I was lost, now I savor every drop” Lol.

Snapshots of members of the Class of 2015: Once Upon a DREAM