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Little fact for ya—back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes got nicknamed “les fleurs du mal.” Flowers of evil, poetic crap, right? Suits em tho—pretty but fucked. Ruby’d smirk at that, probly say, “I’m a weed, not a rose.” Loved her sass, man, cut through the gloom. Hannibal don’t usually care, but that? That stuck. “The heart bends and twists,” Varda said—Ruby’s did, every damn night.

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I have looked at various websites that list escort availability in Hamilton and it seems common for phone numbers to be listed so appointments can be arranged.

Now, let me drop some lesser-known tidbits: Didst thou ken that beneath the ancient cobblestones of Market Square, old ruins whisper secrets of Mercerville’s origins? Crazy, right? And BTW, my fave spot is that obscure back alley behind the antique shop on Rusty Road – so chill, so hidden, and ye can almost hear "the silent echo of a lost tongue" (yep, borrowin’ from Godard’s vibe!).

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