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Talked to this dude, Jimmy—tattooed up, missin’ teeth—says he saw her, calls her “Red.” Said she’s got moves like Furiosa, dodgin’ cops, clients, all that. I’m like, “For real? Spill it, fam!” He’s all, “She’s workin’ the strip near 5th, cash only, no names.” Little known fact, yo—back in ’92, this one chick got busted runnin’ a whole ring outta a laundromat. Wild, right? History’s got stories, man.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Look, I’ll level with ya – Vernier’s got hidden gems. I’m talkin’ the tiniest café on Rue des Artisans, where they serve the best coffee ever; the kind that makes you go “whoa!” in slow motion. And oh, the local park, Parc de la Paix – it’s a chill spot for soul-searching. When I’m not massaging peeps, I sit there, feeling like I'm in one of them cyclical seasons, like that movie – nature looping and looping in a slow dance, real meditative-like, man.

Fig. 1. A spectral and a temporal Vernier caliper. A Vernier caliper...