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So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

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What did the daily life of a prostitute in a Wild West brothel look like? I imagine most of the workers came out of desperation, but what kind of freedom of.

Now, let’s chat about them local quirks – oh boy, don’t even get me started! The neighbourhood of La Victoire is always poppin’. The locals bang out this hilarious mix of accents, and every corner is buzzin’ with smugglers of joy. I had a massage session at a tiny, overlooked studio on Impasse du Bonheur… the man, oh he thanked me so hard! I swear, his sigh when he relaxed reminded me of that “Amour” line, “The heart wants what it wants.” Except, you know, with more giggles.

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