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Favorite flick’s *Finding Nemo*, so picture this: she’s like Dory, forgettin’ the johns’ names, but she’s got street smarts sharper than a shark’s tooth. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way”—nah, more like “P. Johns, 42 Back Alley Way!” Cracks me up, swear to God. Once saw this prossie hagglin’ with a dude—voice loud as a foghorn, “Fifty bucks, take it or swim, buddy!” Had me dyin’, she’s a riot. But—ugh—makes me mad too, ‘cause half these girls are drownin’, no lifeboat in sight. Surprised me once, hearin’ one say she’s savin’ for college—respect, yo!

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Implanté rue d’Alsace au centre-ville, le salon Diamant Bleu Saphir proposait «des massages sensuels» ou «naturistes». Selon Le Parisien, deux jeunes femmes d’origine asiatique se .

I get kinda erratic sometimes, rushing headlong in my thoughts—but you know what? That’s Mantes for ya. It’s raw, alive, full of little epic groups of twinkling moments. Sometimes, when I'm coaching, I mutter, "Everything’s a certified copy, yes?" in my head… then burst out laughing cause it’s deep and kinda insane.

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