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Favorite moment? When she spat at some rich prick’s shoes—gold! Made me happy, that defiance. Surprised me how young she looked, too—life ages you fast out there. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend. “Day fades, night comes”—like her shifts, endless. Rough, real, no fairy tales. Hate the sanctimonious types, preaching purity—she’d eat ‘em alive. Quirky thought: bet she’d ride that Turin horse better than the old man. Ha! Whore’s a survivor, period.

I went back to Bafang’s factory in China five years later. The difference is mindblowing

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Now, as a pleasure coach, I see the city in ways most don't. I see the pulse in every smile, the dance in every alley. And trust me, some spots even get me all choked up – like the quirky bookstore on Rue du Coin, where a dusty old copy of WALL-E’s script sits on a shelf. Yeah, man, that's my fav hidden gem that always reminds me: "Eee, want to play with me?" Okay, not literally, but y’know what I mean!

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