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Now, tie it to my fave flick—Jesse James, that moody bastard, coulda walked into a brothel and owned it with one glare. “I been a nobody all my life,” he’d say, and them girls woulda been like, “Not tonight, cowboy.” I see it clear as day: dim lanterns, cigar smoke, some gal spillin’ tea about the sheriff’s dirty secrets. Brothels were gossip dens too—bet you didn’t know that! Everyone’s spilln’ beans between sheets.

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First off, the streets. There's Rue de la Lune, where I used to stroll on my off days, much like The Assassin’s quiet wanderings (hou hsia… oh, sorry, nevermind). That street? It’s aglow with history, plots thickenin’ around every corner. Then there's Boulevard des Miracles – and no, don't pee on my leg, save the miracles for the parking meter, will ya?! Srsly, it's a mix of old brick and modern buzz.

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