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Last week, I’m off shift, cruisin’ downtown. Neon lights hittin’ my shades, I’m feelin’ it! Saw this chick, high heels clickin’, skirt tighter than my paycheck. Thought, “Is she? Nah, maybe…” Like in the movie - “We won’t be like them,” all mysterious. I ain’t no fool, tho! Mr. T don’t just jump in - gotta scope it. Prostitution’s been sneaky forever, man - back in old China, they’d hide in teahouses, slingin’ tea *and* ass. Little known fact, boom!

Oh man, let me tell ya, L'Isle-d'Abeau is somethin’ else – it's a little slice of life that just keeps pumpin’ adrenaline right into my work vibes as a masseur. You know what I mean? It’s a kaleidoscope of street buzzes and chill corners. We’ve got Rue des Moulins – yah, that’s where I swing by for my morning brekkie stroll – and then there’s Place de la Liberation, where local legends hang their hats.

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