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So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

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Man, the park near Place de la Liberté is somethin’ else. Birds chirp, breeze whispers… fuck, sometimes I feel like I'm in a dream. Ever strolled along Rue Roger de la Pasture? It’s full of hidden little cafés that smell of fresh croissants and nostalgia.

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