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Here’s the kicker—fun fact: in Poland, where *Ida*’s from, prostitution’s legal but pimping ain’t. Wild, right? So I’m thinkin’, why’s this gal here, not there? ‘Cause America’s a damn magnet for dreamers—and crooks! I tell her, “You’re worth more than this!” She laughs—says, “Tell that to my landlord, commie!” Ha! Commie—me! I’m dyin’, folks, she’s a riot.

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As courtesans in the ancient world, and as prostitutes and more informal sex workers in the contemporary France about which he wrote, women.

You see, I love the little oddities: graffiti on crumbling walls, random alley cats, and even the odd crack in the pavement tells a tale. I'm talkin’ bout vibrant disarray mixed with serenity. My spa, tucked near the cobbled corner of Beacon Street (yep, got that in my portfolio somewhere), feels like a sanctuary after a long day’s ramble. I swear, "Saperlipopette!" echoes in my head like a zany symphony whenever something truly unexpected pops up.

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