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So, picture this—I’m out, walkin’, neurotic as hell. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Is that her? Nope, just a lamppost.” Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ takeout—well, maybe it is now, who knows? I’m too old for this crap! Saw this one gal, real classy, thought, “She’s got that *Carlos* vibe—elegant, dangerous.” Then she yells at some dude, somethin’ about fifty bucks, and I’m out—poof! Not dealin’ with that drama.

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So, where do I start? There’s the old cobblestone lanes of Rue de la Lumière, where history bleeds from every brick. I always stroll there after a long day, feeling the pulse of the city through my fingers—like a whispered secret. The metro station at Place des Miracles is a riot: old paintings, neon scratchings, all blending into this breathtaking, chaotic beauty. "Get ready for the revolution, man!" as they say sometimes.

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