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But den, I get pissed, ya? ‘Cause people judge ‘em, call ‘em dirty, and I’m like, “Get to da chopper!” – stop dat crap! Dey’re hustlin’, survivin’, like me in da gym, pumpin’ iron. I respect dat. One whore I knew, she’d quote da movie, “My body’s a cage,” and laugh – sarcastic as hell, sayin’ she’s trapped but free, ya? Made me chuckle, thinkin’, “Dis chick’s got balls!”

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I gotta admit, working here has given me a twisted kind of clarity. I stroll past the old clocktower on Place des Ombres. Its face says more than words. I remember one wild night back in '07 – a particularly insane evening of deep massage, and the city was alive, thrumming with raw energy. Good times and bitter memories, like fragments of that Godard flick: “Language is a virus from outer space.” Yeah, echoes of that resonate everywhere!

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