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Lemme tell ya, it ain’t all glamorous. Some dude tried pimpin’ her out—pissed me off bad. I’m like, “Boy, I run this show!” Empowerment, y’all! Slay! Reminds me of that movie line, “You’re a machine!”—cold world, right? But Candy, she’s scrappy, got stories. Did ya know prostitutes in old Berlin—like, 1920s—used secret codes? Knock twice, whisper “rose,” get in. Crazy, huh? History’s wild!

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Neighborhoods? For sure. L'Estrie is my fav – its narrow lanes and little cafes bring back memories of long nights winding down. And let me tell ya, my massage parlor’s on Rue de la Sérénité – yes, that’s a real street, I ain’t makin’ it up! People from all sorts come by for a rubdown, and we chat, laugh, and share these erratic, unfiltered moments.