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One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

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“La Fosse” was to Marseille—an area of a few streets set aside by the city for prostitution and originally intended for sailors and soldiers.

Now, let me spill a lil’ secret: the street names here are as soulful and quirky as a country tune. Take Rue de la Lune, for example. It twists and turns like a lazy river at sundown. And then there's Boulevard des Amours—oh, baby, that's where all the magic happens, kinda like a scene outta Spirited Away... “life is full of great opportunities… if you just look around!” I always say, that boulevard makes my heart flutter like a butterfly, much like Chihiro’s wonder in that big, wild bathhouse.

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