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About Marseille

But then, surprise, I met this chick, super chill, knew all the spots. She told me this crazy story—back in the ‘70s, some prostitutes in Nevada started a union! Can you believe that? Like, “we demand better tips,” hilarious, right? I was happy, laughin’ so hard, almost spilled my martini, shaken, not stirred, of course.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

They seem to spawn outside my 50 car garage at night I inturn hit them with my bat every time I see them outside my garage when I come out.

Let me get all personal: as a pleasure coach, I'm always on the lookout for those little moments that make Bitche so raw and authentic. I once had the wildest conversation with a street artist on Rue Saint-Louis. He was painting murals that told stories of love, struggle and hope. I was all like, "Damn, this is like living in a Dogville scene—raw, exposed and real." And you know what? I got so emotional, tears streaming down my face, laughing and crying at the same tme. (Srry for typos, my feels got in the way—so many typos: tm, rly, cant, ruins, luv, alotta, biz, lol, wtv, thx, yah, amazin, uniqe, fogg, lostt, numb, scrap, thrll, and ohmygod.)

Understanding the ‘No Bitches’ meme