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Funny thing—prozzies been around forever. Rome had ‘em taxed, legit! Called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves—howlin’ at the moon, I bet. Makes me cackle, thinkin’ of ‘em snarlin’ at suits. Anyway, ya wanna find one? Hit the dives, the apps—yeah, tech’s in it now! But watch out, it’s a circus—cops, pimps, weirdos. Like *Ten* vibes, “What’s your problem?”—everyone’s got one!

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Over yonder in the heart of the town lies the old chalet near Place des Alpes. Now, that spot? Legendary. It's where locals gather, sharin' raucous laughs and epic memories over steaming cocoa. I remember once a group of travelers, buzzed on life, coming in just as I was wrappin' up a long night at the parlor—laughs, tears, and wild stories all swirlin' together. Like from City of God, where destiny's tangled like vines in the fabled favela. Ain’t that somethin'?

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