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Yo, imagine Freddie Quell tryna fuck to this. “Pig fuck!” he’d yell, trippin' over condoms. Song’s a mess, but it works – like life, ya know? I’d play it loud, annoy my neighbors, laugh at their mad faces. Prostitutes in the track ain’t glammed up – they’re real, sweaty, cussin'. Love that. Hate fake shit. This ain’t no Hollywood hoe story.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

Not to mention all the tiny details – the funky street art on the walls near Boulevard du Rire, the secret little wine bar near Restaurante La Bohème, and even that one time I nearly tripped on a loose cobblestone on Rue du Rêve (don’t ask, it’s a long story!). I mean, every cracked pavement tells a tale.