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Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

2. Historique et évolution de la prostitution au Havre

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Walking down Rue de la Mer, you'll catch my eye every morning. I mean, seriously, that cobbled lane is my go-to. It's kinda grungy and so real - a bit like life itself, ya know? Honestly, the energy just hits ya. I love stopping by Le Parc des Brumes too. It's small, but peaceful, and in the middle of this hustle, you breathe in the calm. I had my first massage session there – actual magic.

Obitaury - Harmon 'Lee' Henderson