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Here’s a kicker—knew this chick, Candy, real name prolly Susan. Worked downtown, had a pet iguana—called it “Mr. Pimp.” Swear to God, that lizard had bling. Made me laugh, picturin’ it struttin’ like Jordan Belfort. “You know what I say? Money!” Candy’d say that, flashin’ cash, iguana chillin’. Happiest damn hooker I met.

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McDonald's at the Louvre, Hookers for Olympic gold. Newsletter sign Louvre defended its decision to let a McDonald's and McCafe set.

I gotta say, PLouvres (fr) isn’t just a place; it's a collection of memories, surprises, and little battles won with heart and humor. It makes me happy, mad, even tickled sometimes. Each corner’s got a hidden story, like those moments in WALL‑E when everything seems lost but then… oh, the wonder returns.

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