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Yo, eat my shorts! So, prostitute, huh? Man, I’m thinkin bout this chick from “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” – ya know, that flick I’m obsessed with? Kim Ki-duk’s a genius, dude. Anyway, this prostitute – let’s call her Lisa – she’s like that monk, carryin sins on her back, only she’s tradin em for cash, haha! “The sound of her breath is like the wind,” all sexy and mysterious, but damn, it’s rough out there.

The French police obsessively tracked the kept women of 18th-century Paris. Why?

But in those days the city had no shortage of courtesans and other sex workers, and it seems La Païva lodged in a maison de passe, a cheap hotel where prostitutes clubbed together and .

Then there's the funky neighborhood of Saint-René. It's small but bursting with secret cafes and hidden corners. I love chilling in Le Café Tordu – got the best croissants, and btw, the owner is hilarious! My office? Nah, I’m not in it, but I love my walks there. I once sat beside a murmuring fountain on Rue des Nuages. It’s where I reeled in my thoughts for hours. I swear, nothing like a bit of water and wind to blow your worries away.

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