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Brother, lemme tell ya bout whores! I’m hulkin’ up, feelin’ the vibe of *Timbuktu*—that flick’s my jam, ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the desert winds in that movie, blowin’ wild, untamed, unpredictable. “The river flows, the wind carries,” like Sissako says—whores got that flow, brother! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ the rules society throws down. Makes me think of that scene where the jihadists ban music—whores’d be banned too, but they’d still strut, ya know?

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Prostitute, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Kissing if good chemistry, Intimate massage, Kissing if good chemistry.

I also gotta drop some lesser-known deets: the back alley near Rue des Lanternes, hides a mural that changes with the seasons—kinda like a live art gallery that even surprises me when I’m feelin’ low. It’s an honest reminder of life’s cyclical nature, just like in Oldboy: “We are all losing something, no matter how perfect everything seems.” Yeah, that hit me hard, many times.

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