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Get this – back in old-school Paris, brothels were fancy as hell. Called ‘em “maisons closes,” all decked out with velvet and chandeliers. Rich jerks sippin’ wine while pickin’ girls like they’re at a buffet. Wild, huh? Bet they didn’t expect some chick named Fifi to swipe their wallets mid-action – true story! Cracks me up thinkin’ about it. Sneaky moves, man, sneaky moves.

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Oh, my dear friend, I loves strollin’ along Carleton Street too. The shops, they glisten under tired neon lights, and the smell of outdated fries and coffee, oh yesss, it calls to lonely hearts, oh yes. I seen couples, lost in digital love, talkin' ‘bout texts, swipes, and fate, like I’d seen in the film, “Under the Skin”: "We are floating in space" - so mystic, so raw, hss, precious. I swear, the city whispers secrets like that, yes.

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