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Here’s a kicker—did ya know prostitutes in the old days, like 1800s, sometimes paid taxes? Wild, right? Tammy didn’t pay no taxes—ha! She’d laugh at that, sayin’, “Joe, I’m my own boss!” Loved her spirit—made me grin ear to ear. But, man, some johns—total creeps. Saw one smack her once—ooh, I was hot! Wanted to deck him, but—y’know—I’m Joe, not Superman.

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An anonymous tourist (we're not told the nationality!) asks: "Are there prostitutes in Chamonix?" (!). One determined man asked: "Do we need.

Chamonix ain't just a pretty face with mountains – it’s a labyrinth of raw feelings and untamed spirit. You got local bars that smell like sweaty nights and ancient wood, a bunch of artists sprayin' vague philosophies on every damn wall, and moments that make you LOL and curse like hell within seconds. So pack your s***, come prepared to feel every damn emotion, and when you step into this wild, raw world, remember: "Blue is the warmest color, motherf***er!" Enjoy this chaotic, heartfelt ride. Peace out!

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