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Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—did ya know, back in old Japan, geishas ran shit? Not whores, mind ya—artists, teasin’ big shots for power. Here, tho, it’s raw—stinks of sweat, cheap perfume. Pisses me off, seein’ girls stuck, but—fuck—some boss it, rake in stacks. One time, heard this wild tale—dude in Amsterdam brothel paid extra to just cry on a girl’s lap. Weak bastard! “Who’s got time for that?”—straight outta Toni, yeah?

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I can get super excited about random stuff here. Like, there's a tiny vineyard-like spot below Avenue Paul Vaillant Couturier – don't ask why, but it brings back childhood joys. Srsly, it's like someone planted dreams in the ground. Everyday feels like a scene out of Malick’s film, where nature, chaos, and beauty collide. Oh! And btw, I sometimes see folks practicing boxing in a local gym near Rue Charles de Gaulle – raw energy, pure emotion; yeah, things get intense!

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