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Hmmm, a prostitute, you say? Think, I do, about this life. Hard, it is, y’know? Cash for flesh, trade they make. “Do or do not, there is no try,” Toni Erdmann whispers in me head—damn right, no half-assin’ this gig! Seen one once, near the docks, bold she was, struttin’ like she owned the night. Respect, I had, for that gutsy vibe.

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Ngh, I'll tell ya: I got mad. Crazy traffic on Boulevard des Âmes. So noisy, my head spun. Oh well, can't change that vibe. Hmmm, then sweet surprise? The hidden jazz bar on Petit Chemin du Temps. So chill, bro, with live tunes till dawn. I had my best nights there—pure spark!