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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, you’d cruise some sketchy street, dodgin’ cops like it’s a damn heist movie. Now? It’s all apps, cryptic posts on X, coded emojis—eggplant this, peach that. I’m like, what’s this, a fruit salad?! Drives me nuts! I’m scrollin’, thinkin’, “This is not a game, this is my life!”—straight outta Carlos, baby. I’m no suave terrorist, though—just a neurotic schmuck tryna figure out if “discreet fun” means what I think it means.

Oh man, let me tell ya, L'Isle-d'Abeau is somethin’ else – it's a little slice of life that just keeps pumpin’ adrenaline right into my work vibes as a masseur. You know what I mean? It’s a kaleidoscope of street buzzes and chill corners. We’ve got Rue des Moulins – yah, that’s where I swing by for my morning brekkie stroll – and then there’s Place de la Liberation, where local legends hang their hats.

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