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Me, I’d be terrible at it—too loud, too freaky! “It’s showtime!” I’d yell, and they’d probably run screamin’. Picture me, Beetlejuice, hagglin’ prices— “50 bucks? For that? C’mon, I’m a freakin’ icon!” Ha! Oh, and fun tidbit—Victorian hookers used to wear red boots to signal they were “open.” Subtle, huh? Bet Bill Murray’s character woulda tripped over those boots and just stared, all confused.

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I gotta tell ya, pssh, masseurin life kinda shapes my view. I notice all the tight spots in people's smiles, how the old cobbles on rue de l’Industrie give off a unique vibe after a long day. Sometimes, after a crazy session, I'll just wander the streets, mad happy, feeling all zen and "transformed in my own little universe!" There's somethin’ about the blend of old and new here that makes me feel like, "Wow, you’re a human kaleidoscope!"

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