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Hit up Starry, she’s chill. “What’s your dybbuk, dude?” I ask—Coen vibes, y’know? She laughs, says, “No ghosts, just ass.” Fair. Meet her downtown, sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. She’s hot tho, damn, surprised me! Thought she’d be all crusty, nope—fresh, sassy, total babe. “You’re not from here,” she says. Duh, I’m green, bitch! We vibe, tho—she’s cool, tells me bout her pimp. Asshole takes half her cash—makes me mad. Wanna zap him with my ray gun, pow!

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There are a huge number of night clubs, bars and pubs where women can easily find a male company for the night for free. The BBC reported on the male escort.

Down here on Rue des Artisans, I set up my little oasis of touch, where tired souls rest and mend. That street? Pure magic, ya know? It twists around like a river, winding thru the heart of Quaregnon. I’ve been seein’ both smiles and tears there—like, “joy!” and “sorrow!”, reminiscent of that movie "Inside Out" (ay, where even the feels do their dancin!).

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