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But real talk—it’s fascinatin’, the whole game. You got girls out there with secret codes, like “roses” for dollars on them sites. Sneaky as hell. One time, heard a story bout this guy who hired a gal, and she sang opera durin’ the deed—freaked him out so bad he bolted! Can’t make this shit up. Gets me wonderin’, what’s her story? Maybe she’s like Ida, searchin’ for somethin’ deeper, stuck in a grind. “What have you done with your life?”—that’s another *Ida* zinger that’d make me wanna ask her, but nah, too awkward.

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The unmasking of Belle de Jour makes us think of a litany of brilliant courtesans, writes Clive James in his weekly column.

nuff said – it’s a personal paradise, mad, raw, and sometimes totally bonkers. Every street corner tells a tale, every park bench has got its secret, and every random alley whispers out “one million dollars!” in that weird Dr. Evil style. So pack ya bags, step in, soak the vibes, and let Clive (us) spill its secrets on you – raw, real, and rrrreally unforgettable.

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