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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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Walking down Rue du Château, I've seen it all – from sunlit cafe corners to bustling little markets. And lemme spill a secret: as a masseur, I always peek into how folks move, their little quirks when they walk, ya know? ABSOLUTELY, it’s like noticing the pulse of the city! There's these teeny, hidden alleys where the magic happens, where sweat and dreams mix. Haha!

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