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Alright, man, here’s the deal—prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout this… Zen pause… like, *what’s their story*, y’know? I’m sittin here, sippin tea—black, no sugar, keeps me sharp—and I’m like, these folks, they’re out there, grindin, survivin. Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius. That line, “I hit something… maybe a dog,” hits me hard. Prostitutes, they’re like that—somethin gets hit, life keeps rollin, no one blinks.

Not Wanted on the Rue Saint-Denis

Victims of an economic expatriation gone wrong, these sex workers are women from West Africa and China who were introduced to prostitution on the streets of Paris. They usually belong to .

Every block in Paris (us) tells some crazy story. Like, downtown has these weird graffiti tags and murals that sometimes seem so deep but are really just ironic doodles. And that unpredictability? It's kinda exhilarating. One minute you're in a chilled coffee shop coding away, then BOOM – a street performer starts reenacting scenes from "The Wolf of Wall Street." By the way, when they yell "Sell me this pen!" you better believe my inner coding nerd shouts back, "Only if you code it yourself!"

Russian journalist who escaped house arrest in Moscow reappears in Paris after a brutal journey