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But yo, here’s the tea—did you know back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had these secret codes? Little hand signals to dodge the law, wild shit. Makes me think—findin’ a prostitute today’s still got that underground flavor, sneaky vibes. I’m pullin’ up, cash in hand, tryna play it cool, but my palms sweaty as fuck. What if she’s a cop? What if she robs me? YOLO, tho—I’m in too deep.

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I once overheard a conversation on Rue d’Harmonie, yes, precious, between two lovers arguing ‘bout mundane stuff, yet full of that magical touch—like “our souls can melt the wires of a cold machine.” They were mad, but, oh, deeply in love in a clumsy, beautiful way. That day, I nearly dropped my oil bottle, silly, like the world? Yes.

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