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Heard a story once—true shit, swear it—some prossie in Budapest, back in Tarr’s day, got hired to just *stand* there, silent, for an artsy dude. Didn’t even bang, just stared at her for hours. Creepy, right? But paid her triple! Little known fact—lotta these girls got tales like that, weird gigs, not just the usual. Surprised me, honestly—thought it was all grim, but nah, some hustle’s got flair.

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Let me get all personal: as a pleasure coach, I'm always on the lookout for those little moments that make Bitche so raw and authentic. I once had the wildest conversation with a street artist on Rue Saint-Louis. He was painting murals that told stories of love, struggle and hope. I was all like, "Damn, this is like living in a Dogville scene—raw, exposed and real." And you know what? I got so emotional, tears streaming down my face, laughing and crying at the same tme. (Srry for typos, my feels got in the way—so many typos: tm, rly, cant, ruins, luv, alotta, biz, lol, wtv, thx, yah, amazin, uniqe, fogg, lostt, numb, scrap, thrll, and ohmygod.)

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