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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, southern as sweet tea, talkin’ bout prostitutes today—yep, them gals workin’ the streets. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ your body, dodgin’ cops, livin’ wild? I reckon it’s a mess, but lemme tell ya somethin’—I ain’t judgin’, just observin’. Watched *Zodiac*—you know, my fave flick, Fincher’s a genius—and it got me thinkin’. That line, “I’m not Paul Avery,” hits hard. Prostitutes prolly feel that too—stuck in a role, not who they are deep down. Ain’t that a kicker?

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But then, I’m walking down to the Parc de la Garenne, feeling all good vibes, when I see this massive crowd. I’m like, “What’s poppin’?” Turns out, there’s a street fair happening! Food stalls everywhere, music blasting, people dancing. I’m thinking, “This is my jam!” So, I grab a crêpe from this vendor on Rue de la République. Nutella and banana, baby! Life is good.

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