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Prostitutes, man, they’re hustlers—real talk. Did ya know back in the day, Paris had these secret brothels? High-class joints, hidden behind bakeries n shit. Wild! I’m vibin’, tryna find one, but half these online “escorts” ghost ya—fuckin’ infuriating! One time, this chick’s profile said “classy,” but she rolled up smellin’ like stale cigs and regret—nah, fam, I’m out! Reminds me of Amélie’s café, all charm outside, chaos inside—ya feel?

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But then, outta nowhere, I get a text. My buddy, Jón, is like, “Yo, meet me at the Reykjanesbær swimming pool.” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I chug my coffee and dash out. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging tourists and their cameras. Seriously, they’re everywhere! Like, chill, it’s just a geothermal area, not a photo op!

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