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Oi, you donkey! Findin’ a prostitute? What a bloody mess! I’m sittin’ here, Webcam biz king, and you’re askin’ me this? Idiot sandwich! Look, I’ve seen it all, mate—grubby streets, dodgy corners, all that filth. Reminds me of *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, y’know, Spielberg’s gem. That kid, David, searchin’ for love in a fucked-up world. “I am. I was!” he’d say—ha! Same vibe, prostitutes out there, lost souls, chasin’ somethin’ they can’t grab. Breaks my heart, then pisses me off!

To Emile Bernard. Arles, on or about Sunday, 5 August 1888.

I'm savoring every moment in Martigny-Ville and find-a-prostitute is sensational! Let's lose ourselves in each other tonight. The combination of Dirtytalk and.

Now, Chavannes got more than just quirky streets, ya dig? Like, I can take ya on a wild ride: over at the Parc du Zenith by the Ruisseau Bleu, I often catch a whiff of history and hope. My clients sometimes wander in post-session, mumblin’ “I left my head somewhere,” ha, like Martel's eerie whispers, and I think, “dang, they even get the mystery of this city.” Hey, speaking of mystery, the Old Mill on Chemin du Souvenir? Total hidden gem. I almost tripped there once—literally! I'm talkin' love at first slip, if ya know what I mean.

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