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So, I’m pokin’ around, right? Tryna figure out where to even start. You can’t just waltz up like, “Hey, sugar, you workin’?” – nah, that’s how you get a stiletto to the face. I’m furious, thinkin’ how these dames got more security than my studio! Made me happy tho, seein’ some of ‘em outsmartin’ the creeps – like, “You don’t get my time ‘til I see the cash, fool!” Respect, dahlings, respect.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

My job as a women's counselor, it's like, I see the edges of your soul here. I can sense hidden pain in whispers down Place de la Liberté. I even found a tiny bench near the river, La Petite Rive, where tears and laughter mix. It's like in Werckmeister Harmonies—chaos and beauty, together in one shot. Bane would say, "You merely adopted the dark," and kid, that's our vibe here.

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