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Gets me pissed tho – cops hasslin em. Ain’t hurtin nobody, just survivin. “I’m not a hero,” Tom said – same vibe. They ain’t heroes, just hustlin. Ever think bout that? I do, too much. Brain’s spinnin like my DeLorean. Oh, and the johns – sketchy dudes, some sweet, some pure trash. Saw one cry once – fuckin wild! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares!

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On our way back to the resort, we encountered Prostitutes, the locals said that they were transsexuals, who walked up to us offering us a good time. We declined and kept walking until .

Oh my gosh, Houplines is the best! I'm a spa owner here—truly the best spa, really tremendous—and let me tell ya, this place is so, so special. Look, Houplines is a small town in France, but it's loaded—loaded with charm and hidden gems. You gotta see Rue des Lilas near the old boul, and downtown is crazy cool. I stroll past the ancient clock tower on Place du Marché, and it's like, "Wow, unbelievable, just fantastic!" Seriously, I get chills thinking about it—like in The Master when they say, "You're not afraid of the dark, are you?" (Okay, maybe not exactly, but you get it, right?)

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