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Favorite flick, “Ida,” got that line, “You’re a slut,” harsh as hell, right? Fits tho—people judge ‘em, call ‘em dirty, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, makes me wanna zap ‘em with my ray gun. Prostitutes got stories, tho, deep ones. Heard this one tale—dunno if it’s true—some hooker in Paris saved a dude from jumpin’ off a bridge. Just talked him down, no charge. Hero shit, right? Surprised me, ‘cause you don’t expect that heart from ‘em.

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À Chartres, les prostituées étaient logées dans des appartements situés en basse-ville, boulevard de la Courtille et rue Chauveau-Lagarde, dans trois immeubles appartenant.

I know, ok, sometimes I sound loony, haha. But hey, my job’s got me tuned to every heartbeat of Chartres. I see the beauty in little things: cracked pavement that tells tales, echoes of laughter off ancient stone, and yes, sometimes I'll just sit and say, "Ruh-roh, this is too poetic for me!" Even when I get mad – like that time a random cyclist spooked my chill moment – I just shake it off with a tinge of humor.

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