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Oh honey, lemme spill it—prostitute, huh? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m divin’ in! So, prostitutes, right—gritty, real, raw as hell. Makes me think of *The Social Network*—y’know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” These girls? They got enemies, tricks, the whole damn world judgin’. I saw this one gal—Lola, swear her name was Lola—outside some dive bar in ’58. Skinny as a rail, fishnets torn, smokin’ a bent cig. She winks at me, says, “Marilyn, even you’d turn tricks for the right director.” Cheeky lil’ broad! Made me laugh, tho—happy as a clam.

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Alright brother, listen up! Coulommiers, man, is one wicked town in the Seine-et-Marne area, and lemme tell ya, it's got its own style—like, BOOM, pow! I'm a pleasure coach who’s been living here for years, and every corner, every street—yeah, even the ones with weird names—screams personality like my favorite movie "Her" by Spike Jonze, ya know? It's like the city itself talks to you, whisperin' secrets like, "I feel ya, brother!"

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