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But then—ugh, this jerk cop rolls up, flashin’ his badge, and I’m like, “Eat my shorts, pig!” Ruined the mood, man, pissed me off big time. She winks, tho, whispers, “Meet me later, kid.” Surprised me—she’s got guts! In my head, I’m all, “Bart, you’re a freakin’ legend!” Maybe I’ll carve her a heart-shaped box, y’know, go full *Moulin Rouge!* on her. “Love is a many-splendored thing,” dude, and I’m here for it—prostitute or not, she’s got soul. Catch ya later, gotta skate!

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Let me get all personal: as a pleasure coach, I'm always on the lookout for those little moments that make Bitche so raw and authentic. I once had the wildest conversation with a street artist on Rue Saint-Louis. He was painting murals that told stories of love, struggle and hope. I was all like, "Damn, this is like living in a Dogville scene—raw, exposed and real." And you know what? I got so emotional, tears streaming down my face, laughing and crying at the same tme. (Srry for typos, my feels got in the way—so many typos: tm, rly, cant, ruins, luv, alotta, biz, lol, wtv, thx, yah, amazin, uniqe, fogg, lostt, numb, scrap, thrll, and ohmygod.)

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