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So, imagine this—me, Bart Simpson, rollin’ up like, “Hey, lady, need a lift?” Total movie vibe, right? She’d be all, “I’m not your sister,” like that chick in “Ten” says—cold, man! I’d laugh my ass off, tho. Prostitutes got sass, y’know? Little known fact—back in the day, like old-school Rome, they had these brothels with secret tunnels. Rich dudes sneakin’ in, no shame! Wild, huh?

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Now, neva forget the quirky alley near Rue Fontenoy, oh my gosh, the stains of time there, little cafes that hide behind their facades, and art that defies everything. The place is so improvised, like me missin’ a few letters here... oh, I mean, like I'm missin' a few typos! Splendid, my precious, splendiferous! I even sometimes scribble notes in a napkin when I feel emotional, scribbles of hope and tender advice for my clients.

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