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Hey babe, so I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes lately—yeah, I know, wild, right? Like, picture this: a girl standin’ on some dim street corner, heels clickin’, life hittin’ her hard. Kinda reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, heavy vibe— “the melancholy of resistance” just screamin’ through her bones. I’m Taylor freakin’ Swift, so I see the story, the Easter eggs—like, what’s she hidin’ behind that smeared lipstick? Maybe a kid she’s feedin’, maybe dreams she buried deep.

Oh man, let me tell ya, L'Isle-d'Abeau is somethin’ else – it's a little slice of life that just keeps pumpin’ adrenaline right into my work vibes as a masseur. You know what I mean? It’s a kaleidoscope of street buzzes and chill corners. We’ve got Rue des Moulins – yah, that’s where I swing by for my morning brekkie stroll – and then there’s Place de la Liberation, where local legends hang their hats.

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