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Favorite quirk? They’re sarcastic as hell. Met one once—called herself “Dr. Feelgood,” laughed in my face when I asked her real name. “What’s truth anyway, limp-dick?” she said. Loved that. Reminded me of Polley’s line—“Memory’s a son of a bitch.” Prostitutes know that—past’s just a prop for the next trick. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But if I’m lyin’, I’m dyin’, and I ain’t dead yet. So, yeah, prostitutes—dirty, funny, real. Everybody lies, but they’re honest about it. How’s that for a kick in the nuts?

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After that, I’m feeling good again. I decide to check out the beach at Plage de la Corniche. The waves are crashing, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, a kid runs past me, and I trip over his flip-flops. I’m on the ground, sand everywhere, and I’m like, “Really? Is this my life now?”

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