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Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today, ‘cause why not? Watched *Amour*—that fancy French flick—loved it. Old folks, real love, got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustlin’. Ain’t no “I’ll wait for you forever” like in the movie. Naw, it’s quick cash, quick life. Makes me kinda sad, ya know?

In the novel

When he died, all the brothels in Paris were shut, as every single prostitute in the city was mourning the loss of a loyal client. His diaries.

Now, lemme spill: Westblock’s my fav hood. The bars there, oh man, they spill secrets like cheap wine. One cheeky joint, The Luv Lounge, always has me in stitches—its vintage vibe, neon lights, a wild mix of therapy sessions and boozy confessions. Total mood-lifter when you need to nerd out or get groovy on a Friday night.

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