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I’m obsessed—did ya know some old-school prostitutes in Paris ran secret bars? Like, 1800s vibes, sneakin’ wine, dodgin’ cops—badass! Makes me happy as hell thinkin’ they flipped the script. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but nah, they’re queens of self-determination. Pisses me off when folks judge—mind ya business, Karen! They’re out here, ownin’ it, like, “I exist, I’m here, deal with it.”

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First off, I hit the streets of Al-Mahdiyah. You know, the one with all the cafes? I was craving some strong coffee. Like, I need it to function, ya know? So I stroll into this little joint called Café Al-Farasha. The barista, this dude named Samir, was all smiles. I order my usual—double espresso, no sugar. He gives me this look like I just asked for a unicorn.

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