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But real talk—whores get screwed over, always. Society’s all, “Oh, you’re dirty,” while payin’ ‘em under the table. Hypocrisy pisses me off! Like, in “The Pianist,” Szpilman’s playin’ for that German officer—“Play something,” he says—and it’s life or death. Whores play that game daily, just less piano, more pelvis. Ha! See what I did there? Snarky Tina strikes again.

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After that, I’m feelin’ kinda inspired. I head to Place de l’Église. There’s this little market goin’ on. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I grab some strawberries. They’re so sweet, I could eat ‘em all day. But then, I see this guy tryin’ to haggle over a bunch of radishes. Like, c’mon, man, it’s just radishes! But he’s all serious, like it’s a life-or-death situation. I can’t help but chuckle. Tregunc’s got its quirks, for sure.