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But then – get this – some crazy history! In old Nevada, brothels had menus. Menus! Like, “Gimme the special, hold the clap!” Hilarious, right? Cracked me up, thinkin’ of ‘em orderin’ like it’s the Krusty Krab! I’m picturin’ it now, me flippin’ tables, goin’, “Who’s cookin’ this mess?!” Oh, and once, this madam – true story – she hid a gangster’s loot in her brothel’s walls. Cops tore it up, found zilch – she’d moved it! Sneaky, I love it! Made me grin like a jellyfish on a joyride.

Now, lemme get into it. We got streets like Rue Saint-Pierre – yeah, that’s the one where I sometimes wander on quiet mornings, listenin’ to birds chirpin’ like a sweet melody. I love strollin’ there, takin’ slow breaths, feelin’ the breeze, almost as if the city itself is whisperin’ “happy little trees, happy little me.” The vibe is so chill, dude, I can almost hear Lucrecia Martel sayin’ “The Headless Woman” vibe – mysterious and full of hidden wonders.

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