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But here’s the deal—if ya gonna do it, be smart, alright? Check the vibes, don’t trust no shady middleman. X posts I’ve seen—guys gettin’ scammed left and right, fake pics, catfishin’ like it’s a damn sport! Pisses me off—honest work deserves honest pay, not these billionaire pimps rakin’ in billions while the rest scrape by! “What have we done?”—another *White Ribbon* line—fits perfect, ‘cause we let this crap spiral outta control!

Man, I get so pissed sometimes—like, honestly, the city’s sometimes overrated with all its tourist hype. People forget the hidden layers. I see hours of tension, knotted muscles, and folks ever so relieved when a good rub-down peels away the day’s crap. It's maddening but also heartwarming, ya know? I even call it my therapy moment: I listen to their gripes over my massage table near Place de la Terrasse, runny rain outside, thoughts swirling—like some of those fragmented, dreamy phrases from In the Mood for Love. “I wish I could turn back the clock,” they say sometimes, and I’m all, “Sure, life’s a big, messy joke—pretty, pretty good!”

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