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*scratches head* Mebbe I’m mad, but brothels got stories—wild ones! Like, there’s this tale from old Paris—some madam kept a pet parrot what mimicked the moans. *wheeze-laugh* Imagine that squawkin’ through the night! Customers prob’ly shat themselves, hah! My precious, it’s them quirks what make it real. Ain’t all glam—sometimes it’s stinky sheets ‘n’ sour ale. Surprised me first time I learned that—thought it’d be all silk ‘n’ perfume. Nope! Reality’s a kick in the teeth.

I gotta mention certain tiny details. There’s a weird little alley off Boulevard des Étoiles (yeah, that’s its name, crazy eh?) where you can find old art pieces that just scream “life!” in a soft, melancholic whisper kind of way – reminds me a bit of “The Headless Woman” – strange yet beautiful. Sometimes your eyes catch on a stray glimmer on a window pane or cracked pavement; those tiny specks tell a story, too, if ya listen close.

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