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I sidle up, all charm, “Fancy a chat, darlin’?” She’s sussin’ me out, probs thinkin’ I’m a copper or a nutter. “What’s yer poison?” she asks, and I grin, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously.” She laughs—score! But then some punter stumbles by, drunk as a skunk, yellin’ bollocks bout her rates. I’m fumin’—who treats a lass like that? Nearly decked him, but nah, gotta stay cool.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I swear, being a sexologist in this town changed my view on intimacy and beauty. You see not just buildings but souls etched in ancient bricks. I’m a bit dramatic, err, as I recount my love for Lodève—a city so quirky, so vibrant, it sometimes make me say: "Moolaadé, Moolaadé!" with every step.

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