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So check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, ya dumbasses. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna peep profiles, see who’s out there slingin’ ass. Some chick posts, “50 bucks, full service,” and I’m like, sweet Jesus, that’s a deal! But then—bam!—her pic’s blurry, prolly a catfish, and I’m pissed! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell at the screen, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ my cash on some fake-ass hoe. Fun fact, tho—back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes, like wearin’ red ribbons meant they was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some wild shit?

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Hark! The locals! They be as quirky as thou could ne’er imagine. Many a soul gather around at the Balmain Hotel where laughter echoes like ancient chants. They banter in slang, so unabashed and rough, “Yo, this is lit, mate!” they cry. It makes my heart sing, albeit with a wee bit of melancholy. Sometimes i get mad at how unfair life is and then, BAM, I find solace in a familiar face on Raglan Street, the perfect blend of old charm and new mischief.

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