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Exaggeratin’ for kicks—once saw a john hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. “20 bucks, final offer!” She’s like, “Piss off, cheapskate.” Hilarious. Sarcasm’s my jam—prostitutes prolly think we’re all losers. Truth? Some are pros, some are trapped. Sad af. Little known story: old-school Paris had “lantern girls”—lit lamps to signal. Cool, right?

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I’ve been here a good while now, and every corner shouts its own story. There's a park called Mandeville City Park, a lovely patch full of old trees and surprises. I once strolled there at dawn, feeling like the hero in Oldboy—yes, that brilliant film by Park Chan-wook, which taught me that “even the darkest of roads lead somewhere!” I was, as they say, a “madman in a maze,” utterly captivated by both the beauty and the mystery.

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