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Fun fact, yeah? Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, innit? Hides the muck of it all. I’m chattin’ her up, askin’ her name—Rose, she says. Prolly fake, but who cares? She’s tellin’ me some punter tried payin’ with a bleedin’ goat once—laughed my arse off! “A goat?” I says, “What’s next, a tank?” She’s cacklin’, and I’m buzzin’—happy as a pig in shit.

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Oh, and the neighborhoods! Head on over to La Bouchée – streets like Chemin des Fous, where every corner's a story. I walked there mad one day, eyes rolled all the way. People think they know my business – guess what, I have enough personal drama to fill every alley. Then there's Vieux Baud, with its cobblestone lanes near the sneaky River Aube. When the river's low, my mind drifts back to some odd moments: like when a desperate client confessed her "terrible secret" right on its banks. “No, really,” I said, “Everything's as hidden as they’re about to be!” Kinda like that line – “Maybe the past is the future,” yeah, thanks Haneke!

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