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Lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—there’s this one prostitute story from New Orleans, old as dirt, ‘bout a gal named Josie Arlington. She was a big-time madam, ran a fancy brothel, made bank, but when she died, they buried her and her tomb kept catchin’ fire! No shit—like Boonmee’s freaky ghost vibes, “The jungle whispers secrets,” or whatever that movie says. I’m like, “Holy crap, Josie, you too hot for the grave?” Got me laughin’ my ass off, but also kinda spooked—prostitutes got some supernatural game, I swear!

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Alright, so where do I start? Think cobbled streets like Lazarenko Street – it's got that old-timey feel, with little shops and cafes, and I even once treated a client there who swore it was the "heartbeat" of the town. Then there's Babin Park – a green oasis along the small, trickly river called Byka. Seriously, sometimes I sit there after work, drink my coffee, and just reflect on life – kinda like that moment in A Separation when everything feels so damn real. You know, "if only we could all see things for what they truly are." Crazy, right?

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