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About Paris

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Are Brothels Legal in Madrid?

The river, Ruisseau de Gex, flows slow and soft. Weaves through the town like our memories. It sings a tune: “Let the right one in.” I hears it—oh, so chilling, right? And sometimes, I sit and simply listen in the dark; leaves and droplets murmurin’ sweet nothings… err, crap, too many typos! Sory, sry…

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