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It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on prostitutes—wild topic, huh? Been thinkin bout this chick I saw once, workin the corner near some busted theater. Reminds me of *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, "the end is built into the beginning." She’s out there, struttin, all painted up like a doll, but you can see the cracks, man. Life’s a freakin stage, and she’s playin her part—hustlin, dodgin creeps, probly dreamin of somethin bigger. Got me wonderin—how’d she even start? Was it desperation? Bad boyfriend? Who knows, dude, but it’s heavy.

Oh man, Laudun-l'Ardoise is just wild, ya know? Ruh-roh! So lemme tell ya 'bout it, dude – it's a lil’ hidden gem that’s all heart. The streets? Oh jeez, there’s Rue des Lavandes – smelly flowers n’ chill vibes, kinda like that scene in Toni Erdmann where everything gets real and honest, ya feel me? “How can you not live life fully?” is like a phrase echoing in my brain every time I stroll there.

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