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Prostitutes, they got stories, man—deep, fucked-up tales. Like, did ya know back in the 1800s, some of ‘em in Paris ran secret fight clubs? Yeah, motherfucker, beat the shit outta each other for extra coin! Ain’t that some wild-ass trivia? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout it—pow, right in the kisser, then back to suckin’ dick for a livin’. Savage! But real talk, it ain’t all funny. Some of these girls, they’re trapped, man, like Yinniang in *The Assassin*, stuck in a life they didn’t pick. “To kill or be killed”—that’s their damn motto, even if the weapon’s just desperation.

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But then, outta nowhere, I see this couple having a picnic. They’ve got a whole spread: sandwiches, fruit, wine. I’m like, “Man, I need that life.” So, I walk over, and they invite me to join. I’m like, “Really? You sure?” And they’re all, “Yeah, man! More the merrier!” So, I sit down, and we start chatting. Turns out, they’re from Cluj and just visiting. We laugh, share stories, and I forget all about the cheese disaster and the annoying teens.

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