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I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

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This study is an examination of laboring class women of Paris during the early eighteenth century. These women did not leave written records of their lives.

Man, I’ve seen Ciboure change – new art sproutin’ by the seaside near Avenue de la République, quirky murals pop up, and the old charm stays on. Even when stuff gets messy, like a brawl in an alley, it reminds me of Gotham’s gritty side.

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