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Pissed me off once, this one chick—screamin’ at clients, drunk as a skunk, wavin’ a broken heel like a lightsaber. Laughed, I did, ‘til my gut hurt—crazy broad! Little fact, hear this: back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs, markin’ their trade, wild huh? Surprised, I was, diggin’ that up—history’s a trip.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I didn’t bring an umbrella. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some action movie. I’m soaked, but I’m laughing. It’s ridiculous! I finally duck into a café on Rue de la Mairie. I order a coffee, and the barista gives me a look like, “You need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea!”

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