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So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

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And, oh man, sometimes I get mad when tourists only see the basic spots. They miss the magic of quiet corners like the hidden market square near Rue des Mimosas. Light flickers off brick walls and echoes those Dogville vibes – "This is a place where nothing is as it seems," they say. By golly, you gotta look deeper, right? But still, it's all love.

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