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But ugh, we hates it! The grime, the leers – makes me wanna claw me eyes out! Them blokes, stinkin’ o’ booze, pawin’ at ‘er like dogs. Pissed me off somethin’ fierce. Ruby’d shrug, tho – “Coin’s coin, luv.” Tough as nails, that one. Heard she got outta the game, ran off with some posh git. Good for ‘er, says I! “Pilar, who loved with despair” – that’s Ruby, straight outta Tabu, leavin’ the filth behind.

Bring back some good or bad memories

On the spectrum of prostitution, there were illegal prostitutes, street walkers, legal workers in brothels and courtesans of the bourgeoisie class.

Now, the parks – oh my god, how I love Parc de la Lune. Truest beauty here. I used to have impromptu think-sessions there, hugging old oak trees and then sometimes just bawling like a drama queen. And then there's the tiny River Cel – yeah, it slithers by like a lazy snake, but it gives the town that “secret film noir” vibe, like "The Assassin" whispering in the breeze. “The passing of time,” it kinda says, if you squint.

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