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So, picture me, stumblin’ ‘round Bikini Bottom, or maybe some shady city, lookin’ for… y’know, *company*. I ain’t smart, but I’m curious! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a Krabby Patty. Nah, it’s sneaky, like hidin’ from Squidward when he’s grumpy. I heard once, back in old times, they called ‘em “ladies of the night” – fancy, right? Makes me giggle! But it’s true, they been around forever, like jellyfish in the sea.

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As courtesans in the ancient world, and as prostitutes and more informal sex workers in the contemporary France about which he wrote, women.

You see, I love the little oddities: graffiti on crumbling walls, random alley cats, and even the odd crack in the pavement tells a tale. I'm talkin’ bout vibrant disarray mixed with serenity. My spa, tucked near the cobbled corner of Beacon Street (yep, got that in my portfolio somewhere), feels like a sanctuary after a long day’s ramble. I swear, "Saperlipopette!" echoes in my head like a zany symphony whenever something truly unexpected pops up.

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