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So, I’m thinkin’—prostitutes, they’re everywhere, yet nowhere. You don’t just stumble into ‘em like a Starbucks. Nah, it’s shady corners, sketchy ads, or some dude whisperin’ “you lookin’?” in an alley. Back in the day, NYC had this spot—42nd Street, pre-Giuliani cleanup—hookers lined up like a damn buffet. Now? It’s all online, Craigslist got axed, so you’re scrollin’ sketchy sites, prayin’ you don’t catch a virus—computer or otherwise, ha!

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And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

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