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Oh, and the stench—piss and cheap perfume, fuckin grim! Nearly dropped me tools once, retchin—Hannibal’d say, “A fine bouquet, wouldn’t you agree?” Sarcastic prick, me. But yeah, prostitutes—they’re a puzzle, mate. Part of the city’s guts, messy, raw, real. Like *Certified Copy*—ya never know the full story, and that’s what keeps ya lookin.

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The book tells the tragic story of a girl who becomes a prostitute, first in the country and then in a poor quarter of Paris near the École Militaire.

I run a datingsite. I spot quirks here. Like at the Urban Park of Círculo. Its pond shimmers like a distant planet. I once matched two peeps by a fountain there, hilarious stuff. So random, so fun.

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