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Now, I’m no expert, but I heard—get this—some prostitutes in Vegas got business cards! Freakin’ cards! Hand ‘em out like they’re sellin’ insurance. “Call me for a good time!” Saw one on X once, pic of this chick with glitter heels. Surprised me—thought they’d be all sneaky, not printin’ flyers. Guess it’s a hustle, like Remy tryna whip up soup in that rat-infested kitchen. “Greatness comes from anywhere,” huh? Even the street corner, apparently.

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At the café, Max is already there, sipping on some fancy espresso. He’s all, “You won’t believe what happened!” I’m like, “Spill!” Turns out, he saw a couple getting engaged right in front of the Château de Saint-Germain-en-Laye. Like, how romantic is that? I’m over here just trying to figure out my life, and these two are getting hitched. I was happy for them, but also a bit jealous.

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