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So, picture this—old-school brothel, Victorian vibes, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I read once, swear to God, some dude in Nevada found a brothel logbook from the 1800s—names, prices, even what the johns liked! Freaky shit, like “two dollars for the special”—what’s that even mean? Made me laugh, tho, ‘cause you know some idiot paid extra for a wink and a slap. *pinky-to-mouth* “One million dollars!”—nah, more like a million germs, amirite?

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I gotta mention the market, too – Marché de Pavrille on Rue de Verdun. It’s wild, it’s loud, an’ it’s mad busy every Saturday mornin’. I once got so riled up when a vendor tried sellin’ me some odd lookin’ cheese – I nearly lost my cool, I tell ya! Crazy times! But let me be honest, it’s all part a the charm. Those moments make ya feel alive.

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