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About Paris

So, this site—dodgy as a wet ladder—promises “discreet company,” yeah? Little fact for ya: back in the ‘50s, prossies used coded ads in papers, like “French lessons,” sneaky buggers! Made me chuckle, picturin’ ‘em with berets, heh. But this online gig? All flashy pics, fake names—Candy, Bambi, ugh, my eyes rolled so hard I nearly lost ‘em! *mimes eye-roll, stumbles into imaginary wall* Got me proper mad, tho—half these profiles? Bots! Clicked one, got a virus scare, me laptop screamin’ like a siren, waaah! Hated that, mate, pure panic.

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It tells the tragic story of a girl who becomes a prostitute, first in the country and then in a poor quarter of Paris near the École Militaire.

First off, I hit the streets of Rue de la République. It’s always buzzing, but today? It was like a freakin’ carnival. I’m talkin’ street performers, food stalls, and people everywhere. I’m just tryna grab a coffee, right? But the line at that little café, Le Petit Sene, was insane! I mean, who knew caffeine could cause a riot?

Sene-Richardson is one to watch, says Hake