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Here’s a lil fact for ya—did ya know way back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes had to register with the cops? True story, they’d get these lil cards, like a license to bang. Ain’t that nuts? I’m imaginin Crystal with one, flashin it like a badge—makes me chuckle. But then she starts talkin prices, and I’m like, “Hold up, don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no ATM!” She laughs—good sport—but I’m pissed. Why’s this so damn transactional? Where’s the art? Godard’d hate this—too linear, too cheap.

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I gotta be honest, sugar – sometimes I get so darn mad when traffic jams slow me down on Boulevard de la Tranquillité, but it kinda makes me laugh too. Immediatly, I think “Talk to her, speak your mind,” and then I lighten up. Heck, life's a mix of sweet divine and a little bit of crazy!

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