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Ain’t all roses tho—danger’s real, fam. Dudes gettin’ violent, pimps actin’ wild, ugh, makes my blood boil. Wish I could scoop ‘em up, tell ‘em, “You’re enough, stop swimmin’ upstream.” But they bosses, runnin’ they own show, YOLO to the max. Oh, and fun fact—back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out, flexin’ like, “I’m the prize, catch me!” Crazy, right?

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Sibu was a town where drivers feared to drive because of thousands of bicycles which zoomed in and out of small lanes, back lanes and major and small roads. Many cyclists were even .

Yo, how you doin'? So lemme tell ya bout Plabennec, my home turf, ya know? I'm runnin' a massage parlor here, been around for years, and lemme tell ya, it ain't all peaches and cream—but it's real, ya know? Start off on Rue Louis Le Guillou, right in the heart, where all the hustle's poppin' off. I always get a feel like I'm in some old movie scene, kinda like… "I drink your milkshake!" Yeah, that's the vibe sometimes.

In France, a family reckons with World War II Allies' legacy of rape and murder