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But man, the stigma? Pisses me off! People actin’ all high and mighty, like they ain’t got secrets. Escort’s old as dirt—Ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “companions,” real classy-like. Still, folks today clutch pearls, ugh. I’m over here like, “How you doin’?”—chill out, live a little! Ain’t hurtin’ nobody. Well, ‘cept maybe that one time—heard a story bout an escort who accidentally elbowed a client in the face, broke his nose! Hilarious, but ouch, dude.

Now, lemme get into it. We got streets like Rue Saint-Pierre – yeah, that’s the one where I sometimes wander on quiet mornings, listenin’ to birds chirpin’ like a sweet melody. I love strollin’ there, takin’ slow breaths, feelin’ the breeze, almost as if the city itself is whisperin’ “happy little trees, happy little me.” The vibe is so chill, dude, I can almost hear Lucrecia Martel sayin’ “The Headless Woman” vibe – mysterious and full of hidden wonders.

Non, les cloches des églises de Paris n'ont pas sonné en l'honneur de la victoire de Biden