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Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ Popeyes. You can’t just roll up and say, “Gimme the two-piece special!” Naw, honey, it’s sneaky, shady, and wild. Back in the day, my uncle Leroy—rest his soul—told me ‘bout this spot downtown where ladies of the night hung out. Said they’d wink at ya from the corner, real subtle-like. Little known fact: some of ‘em used code words, like “You got a light?”—meanin’ they ready to negotiate! Halleluyer, I was shocked! Who knew they had a whole system?

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

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