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So, sex escort gig—check this—been around since forever, yeah? Back in Rome, they had these lupanars, brothels with painted chicks on walls, like ancient Tinder. Blows my mind, mate! Gets me thinkin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—‘cause I’ve seen cons pay top coin for a night. One time, this lag, Jimmy, smuggled cash in his arse—literal arse money—for a bird to visit. Desperate, sad, fuckin’ hilarious. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—why so pathetic, eh?

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So, uhm, where to start? Picture this: the narrow, winding alleys of Rue des Œillets, lit by soft neon that makes every nighttime stroll feel cinematic. I often walk past the old brick walls near Place de l'Aube – oh man, I’ve seen couples meet there at dusk, laugh and freakin’ fall in love. Call me crazy, but the vibe totally reminds me of that line from the movie: “The music is the heartbeat of the world,” and damn, here every corner sings its own tune!

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