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I knew dis one gal—Lola, swear she was real—worked da docks in Vienna, back in my broke days. She’d wink, say, “Arnie, I’ll be back,” stealin’ my line, cheeky lil’ minx! Had a scar on her cheek from some drunk fool—made her look badass. Little known fact: whores in history, dey sometimes ran secret spy rings. How cool is dat? Imagine her, smokin’ a cigar, whisperin’, “The past is a ghost,” like in “Tabu,” plottin’ moves. Dat’s da spirit—never give up!

Escorts in Mâcon

Betty: You just got to survive. All the police is gonna say is look at what you do for a living. You're a whore. Even though I am a prostitute.

Oh, sorry, I’m ramblin’. LOL, but Macon gets under your skin like no other. It's busy, yet reflective, like a soulful conversation when you’re drivin’ at night with your favorite tunes. And hey, it’s like that movie said: “The past is not dead; it isn't even past.” Every corner, every street name, feels like a memory waiting to be felt.

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