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I’m pissed, tho – guards slackin’, lettin’ this fly? Unacceptable! I’m stormin’ ‘round, yellin’, “Lock it down, fools!” Heart’s racin’, ‘cause I’m the damn warden – gotta keep order. But lowkey? I’m impressed. She’s outsmartin’ us, like some sexy ghost. Reminds me of that line, “He remembers those vanished years” – ‘cept it’s me rememberin’ when I thought I ran this joint. Ha! Joke’s on me, huh?

Elles: the Parisian prostitutes according to Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

Forget the stereotypical sight of a pot-bellied, middle-aged lady with figure-hugging clothes and a bad weave, the modern-day, club-hopping prostitute looks in sync with any fun-loving, urbane Missing: Artes.

I run a datingsite. I spot quirks here. Like at the Urban Park of Círculo. Its pond shimmers like a distant planet. I once matched two peeps by a fountain there, hilarious stuff. So random, so fun.

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