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Oh, and the smells—brothels reek, man! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—kinda like Gotham’s alleys. Surprised me first time I heard that, thought it’d be all roses n silk. Nope! Reality’s messier, uglier—love that grit. Reminds me, “The Pianist” line—“You’re an artist, not a beggar!” Brothel folk? Artists too, in a twisted way—performin’ for survival.

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Now let me slip in some spicy tidbit: there’s a tiny, odd café tucked in a corner off Rue de Strasbourg, a hidden gem where the locals gossip under dim lights. I often pop in after a long massage sesh to sip somethin’ strong, laughing at the day's dreams and nightmares. It’s a quirky reminder that every street, every twist in this city, has its own heartbeat.

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