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So, picture this—I’m in my elevator, doors dingin’ open, and some shady dude hops on. Smells like cheap cologne and regret. I’m like, “Anyone can cook, but can ya find a decent hooker?” Straight outta *Ratatouille*, baby. He gives me this look, probs thinks I’m nuts. But I’m wonderin’—is there an app for that now? Like Uber, but with fishnets? I bet there is. Prolly called “Hoober” or some crap. Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout it—technology’s wild, man.

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find the time or privacy to engage in prostitution. A high percentage of Figure 2. Drunken prostitute outside a tavern. From Erich Müller, Sitten.

I love strollin' through the Vieille Ville. It’s real narrow. Cobblestones squish under my feet. I get flashbacks to movie scenes – wild, spiralin' reels with a stoner twist. One day, I just sat outside a tiny café on Place du Mont Bonvin. Sipped some coffee and let my mind drift. It was like, "The world ain't what it used to be, man." That hit me right in the feels.

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