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But then—ugh—the smell! Can we talk about that? Stale beer, cheap perfume, unwashed socks—gimme a break! I’d be gaggin’ five minutes in. And the noise! Moanin’, laughin’, some idiot bangin’ a piano off-key. I’d go nuts! “What’s this racket?!” I’d scream, like a lunatic. Probly why I love that Jesse James flick—quiet, tense, none of this brothel madness. “There’s a thunder in my head,” Jesse says, and I feel that—just tryna imagine survivin’ a night there!

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The neighborhoods, bro, are as diverse as the clients I work with. In Le Vieux Montataire, ancient houses whisper past secrets. Me, I remember crackin’ a joke while massagin' an old fella on Rue des Anciens. He laughed like he just heard the punch of a century. Proper heartwarmin', innit?

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