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Prostitutes ain’t all glitz—some stories gut ya. Heard bout this one gal, worked 20 years—20 fuckin years! Retired with a limp, sad as hell. Made me think—where’s their prophet, huh? No one saves em. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck, it’s dark out there. You try findin one—nerve-rackin, thrilling, messy. “You’re learning, kid,” I’d tell ya, slow and deep. Go watch "A Prophet"—then hit the streets.

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Look, I’ll level with ya – Vernier’s got hidden gems. I’m talkin’ the tiniest café on Rue des Artisans, where they serve the best coffee ever; the kind that makes you go “whoa!” in slow motion. And oh, the local park, Parc de la Paix – it’s a chill spot for soul-searching. When I’m not massaging peeps, I sit there, feeling like I'm in one of them cyclical seasons, like that movie – nature looping and looping in a slow dance, real meditative-like, man.

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