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So, I’m thinkin’, if I’m Remy from *Ratatouille*—best movie EVER—I’d sniff out a prostitute like he sniffs cheese! “Anyone can cook,” he says, but can anyone FIND a hooker? Hmmm! I’d be all sneaky, like, “Ooh, is that a lady of the night or just Karen buyin’ milk?” Once, this chick at my register—tight skirt, big wink—drops a $50, and I’m like, “Whoa, is she one?!” Made me happy, ‘cause—cashier life’s boring, ya feel? But then—ugh—she just wanted gum. Total letdown, so mad!

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The girls have always been about, though it is more an emphasis on females than transexuals; which used to be the majority!

After that, I needed a breather. I find a bench in Place de la Liberté. It’s peaceful. I sit there, watching people go by. Families, couples, tourists. Everyone’s just enjoying life. I’m thinking, “Why can’t every day be like this?”

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