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So, picture this—she’s struttin’ around, all high heels and attitude, workin’ the streets like it’s her damn factory. I’m an industrialist, I respect a hustle, but this? This pisses me off! She’s out there, makin’ bank, while I’m over here, slavin’ away, buildin’ somethin’ legit. But—*hahaha*—I can’t help it, I’m kinda impressed too! She’s got no shame, just like, “I don’t give a fuck,” and I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’, “How’s she pull this off?”

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What happened that night is not something that could be seen as prostitution. An act of prostitution had been intended on both sides but none had taken place. What happened .

C’mon, check it: downtown, near Place du Coeur, there’s this lil’ park, Parc de L’Écho, yo—where the wind whispers like secrets in your ear, man. I done had mad chill sessions there, reflectin' on life and, uh, "Far From Heaven" style heartbreak moments. You remember that flick? “That's how you keep your love alive.” Man, it hits different here.

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