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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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You gotta hit up La Vie en Sprimont, a little hangout right at the intersection of Quoi-cha-Chose Street and Rue de l’Essor – hey now, don’t ask me how they name these streets! There’s local art, gritty music, and lotsa lost souls searchin’ for themselves. I always say, “Inside Llewyn Davis” got it right – ‘cause every note is a cry from the heart, even if the city’s a bit rough sometimes, err, rough-ed, we swears!

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