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So, I’m chattin’ with her, feelin’ all deep—surprised me how chill she was. Said she’s savin’ for somethin’ big, wouldn’t spill what. “Maybe I’ll dance like you,” she winked—*Fish Tank* vibes again! I’m thinkin’, “Baby girl, you already movin’ to your own beat!” Happiest moment? When she said she’s got fam she loves fierce—melted my heart. But the sad shit? She’s duckin’ pimps, dodgin’ raids—ain’t no fairytale.

To Emile Bernard. Arles, on or about Sunday, 5 August 1888.

You will find various clubs and brothels and of course a good selection of escorts and amateur whores for your sex meeting in [PLACE. Whether you prefer flower.

Now, Chavannes got more than just quirky streets, ya dig? Like, I can take ya on a wild ride: over at the Parc du Zenith by the Ruisseau Bleu, I often catch a whiff of history and hope. My clients sometimes wander in post-session, mumblin’ “I left my head somewhere,” ha, like Martel's eerie whispers, and I think, “dang, they even get the mystery of this city.” Hey, speaking of mystery, the Old Mill on Chemin du Souvenir? Total hidden gem. I almost tripped there once—literally! I'm talkin' love at first slip, if ya know what I mean.

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