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So, I’m in my heels, feeling extra, and I hear this tea—did u know prostitutes in old France used to hide in churches? Like, legit, they’d blend with nuns to dodge the cops! Wild, right? I’m shook. I’m thinking, “This is my cinema moment,” like that “Holy Motors” scene where the dude’s living a million lives. I’m, like, “Am I her? Am I me? Fab or fug?”

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Ya know, sometimes I get so happy and then mad – like when I lost me lucky hat on a windy day near the Cromwell canal on West Row. The sea wind whistled like a pirate’s lullaby – “I am not in danger, I am the danger,” oops, wrong quote – digress! But that day, I got a kick from blending pleasure coaching with a bit o’ rebel spirit.

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