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Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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In today's VLOG, January 20th, by popular request, I decided to tell you the story of my encounter with a hooker “prostitute”, when I was.

After work, I decide to take a walk. I stroll down Rue de la Liberté. The sunset is gorgeous. I stop at this little park, Parc de la Mairie. Kids are playing, and it’s just...nice. I sit on a bench, and for a moment, everything feels right.

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