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About Nice

Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

Rainy Night

Two quick facts: (1) Junquera isn't the only location but it has the biggest concentration of whores, often the base of many others who elsewhere hang out at street corners or serve in "casas.".

By 10 AM, I’m already over it. I grab a coffee from that little café on Rue de Sèvres. You know the one? The barista’s always got that sassy attitude. I order my usual, and she’s like, “You again? You must really love this place.” I’m like, “Nah, just here for the caffeine fix.”

A Rare Chance to Dine on Napoléon’s Dinner Plates