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My fave thing? This wild story—there was this brothel in Paris, right? Called Le Chabanais, super luxe, had a room with mirrors EVERYWHERE. Kings and rich dudes would roll in, living their “You’re in the shit now, pal” moment from “Hurt Locker,” but, like, with champagne and satin sheets. I’m picturing it—me walking in, all fab, like, “This is my runway, bitches!” Total slay. But, real talk, it closed after WW2—sad vibes.

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There’s also the river Friedland Rinne. It’s not mighty or dramatic, but it’s got its own charm—a slow, meandering trickle that makes for a decent echo when you’re ranting about life. I once sat there, thinking "This is it, right? Just endless dribble and pointless chatter." Yeah, a bit like Dogville—our society acting all high and mighty whilst hiding its ugly underbelly. “You must trust us,” they say. Bullshit!