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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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Now lemme ramble on: Some days I’m bitchin’ bout all these renovations on Rue des Fleurs. Ugh, these folks think everything's gotta be shiny new. But I tell ya, I kinda miss the ol’ cobblestone charm! And ya know those narrow lanes in Le Vieux Quartier? Hoo boy, they remind me why I opened my spa; there’s history in every crack, somethin’ that just lifts your soul.

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