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Dunno what shocked me more—her guts or how fast she bolted! Prossies, they’re tough, yeh? Survive anythin’, even end o’ the world—like in *Melancholia*, “It’s all goin’ to hell!” Hiss! Funny tho, imagine one goin’, “Oi, mate, quickie before the planet blows?” Ha! I’d pay for that joke! Nah, but serious—findin’ ‘em ain’t hard if ya got coin, just don’t be thick, yeh? Cops sniffin’ round, diseases too—me vet brain knows, nasty bugs out there!

Red Light Secrets Museum of Prostitution

Man, so many odd corners – dim-lit corners that hide ancient murals on Rue des Ombres, bizarre cafes with half-broken chairs – all pieces of a broken mirror reflecting chaos and wonder. Ha! "Why so serious?" I say every mornin' when I see that grumpy cat on the steps of La Vie En Rose.