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Dunno, tho—sometimes it’s sad vibes. “The living haunt the dead,” movie says. They’re out there, freezin’, waitin’. Pisses me off—world’s messed up, yo. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re ghosts already. Ever think that? I do, chompin’ my Scooby snacks, watchin’ tail lights fade. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t hard—look by the truck stops, dude. But damn, wish they didn’t hafta. Ruh-roh, that’s life, huh?

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At least one profession kept going, however, as I discovered in Reims cathedral, when I was accosted by a prostitute while still inside the church, immediately.

Ngh, I'll tell ya: I got mad. Crazy traffic on Boulevard des Âmes. So noisy, my head spun. Oh well, can't change that vibe. Hmmm, then sweet surprise? The hidden jazz bar on Petit Chemin du Temps. So chill, bro, with live tunes till dawn. I had my best nights there—pure spark!