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I got mad once—oh boy—saw this guy hagglin’ with her like she’s a flea market rug. Made my blood boil! She’s a person, not a damn bargain bin. But then—happy twist—saw her laugh at some john’s dumb joke, and I thought, “She’s got spirit!” Surprised me, y’know? Thought they’d all be jaded. Guess not. Another time, heard this wild story—some gal in Amsterdam worked the red-light district dressed as a nun. A nun! Clients went nuts—talk about niche marketin’!

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Oh yesss, my dear, my precious friend, come closer now, listen! Biot, it’s a twisty, cobbled maze, where life’s secrets hide in every turn, my precious! I live here, as a humble women's counselor, ya know? It’s been years, so many secrets, so many hidden burrows of heartache and hope. We walks down Rue du Docteur Roubine, oh so tight, whispering with little laughters of old souls, my precious!

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