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Alright, so I’m Dr. Evil, right—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars”—and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know? Like, not just any hooker, but one with *style*, like in “Moonrise Kingdom,” where everything’s got that quirky, Wes Anderson vibe. Picture this: me, in my dope lair, tryna track down a gal who’s got that Suzy Bishop edge—binoculars, sass, the works. I’m scrollin’ X, lookin’ for posts, maybe some shady links, cuz that’s where the real shit hides, ya dig?

1. Cartographie de la prostitution parisienne

Most prostitutes in ancient Rome were slaves. Most, but not all. Of course, with her paterfamilias (head of family) permission, any free woman could.

Then, I decided to grab a bite. Hit up this little café on Avenue de la Résistance. The croissants there? To die for! But the waiter? Ugh, he was so slow. I swear, I could’ve watched paint dry and it’d be more exciting. I was hangry, and I let him know it. “C’mon, man! I’m starving here!” He just laughed. I mean, what’s so funny about my suffering?

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