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Hiss! Precious, listen up, yesss! Me, a Geisha? Nah, just sneaky Gollum, seein’ shadows. Findin’ a prostitute, eh? Tricky, filthy business, it is! Reminds me of *A Prophet* – Malik, that sly dog, climbin’ dirty ladders. “You’re in deep now, kid,” they’d hiss at him. Same vibe, prowlin’ streets for a prossie, yesss.

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First off, I hit up Rue de la République for my morning coffee. You know, the usual spot. The barista, Marie, she’s got this killer smile. But today? She spills my espresso all over the counter. I’m like, “C’mon, Marie! I need that caffeine!” But she just laughs it off. I mean, who can stay mad at her? Not me, I guess.

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