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So, escortin’—it’s old as me ship, the Black Pearl. Back in ancient Rome, they had these “lupae”—she-wolves, they called ‘em—workin’ the streets, howlin’ at the moon. Little fact fer ye: “brothel” comes from their dens! Ain’t that a kick? Makes me happy, thinkin’ o’ history twistin’ like that, but then—arrgh!—it boils me blood when folks judge ‘em. Hypocrites, all o’ ‘em, struttin’ like peacocks while payin’ in secret. Ye ever hear ‘bout the courtesans o’ Venice? Queens o’ the night, they were—poets and kings beggin’ fer their time. Smarter than half me crew, and twice as deadly with a wink.

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Ah, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Cachan – a wicked mix of charm and chaos, ya know? Haha, hahahaha! I’ve been callin' this quirky town home for years now, running my little massage den on Rue de l'Érable – yeah, that one, right near the buzzing heart of the city. "Why so serious?" I muse while rubbin’ out a knot or two. Ha!

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