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Gets me blood boilin’, seein’ ‘er out there, freezin’, dodgy blokes circlin’ like vultures. “You don’t know who I am!” - she yells that sometimes, pissed off, voice crackin’. Breaks me ‘eart, mate, but she’s tough, gotta be. Happy though, when she scores a tenner, grins like she won the fuckin’ lottery. Surprised me once, told me she’s got a kid somewhere - who knew, eh? Keeps it quiet, like a tattoo under ‘er skin.

The Case of the Closely Watched Courtesans

He wears boring clothes and has scraggy hair. I can’t even find a picture worth including of him, so instead enjoy the brothel madam with her afro and the prostitute with her bangs. An aging .

Man, the heart of Varennes be pumpin' along Rue Saint-Louis. That place got that off-beat mix of history and hella modern shops. I always slide through by the Parc des Fleurs, where every corner shouts love and chaos – like the wild, color-loaded scenes of Baz Luhrmann’s flick! I recall one mad day, rain comin' down like a dirty water beat, and I was caught under a flimsy roof near the old theatre. Bro, I was shakin’ it off like, "C'mon, baby, don't stop, don't quit, keep it hot!" Kool vibes, ya know?

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