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Little known fact—did ya know prostitutes in old France, like way back, sometimes hid in haystacks? Farmers’d be like, “Who’s rustlin my crops?!” and bam, there’s Jeanne or whoever, chargin a nickel. True story—well, prolly. Makes me happy thinkin bout it, history’s wild! But then I get mad—why’s it gotta be so sketchy now? Shady alleys, creepy dudes—ugh, hate that vibe.

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I gotta say, lad, my job teaches me subtle vibes. Every massage and every steamy facial session is an ode to this city's raw, uncut truth. Sometimes, when I'm setting up the clay masks in the spa, I hear echoes of those deep Boyhood lines: "It all matters... until it doesn't." I never miss a beat, it's all part of the vibe here.

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