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Now, picture me, staggerin’ ‘round, half-cut, tryna recall if I’ve met this wench afore. “Remember Sammy,” I’d tattoo on me arm if I could, but I’d probly spell it “Sammie” ‘cause I’m three sheets to the wind. Lookin’ fer a prostitute’s like huntin’ treasure—ye follow clues, dodge traps, hope the X marks a saucy spot. Ever hear ‘bout the “two-penny hangover”? Back in the day, ye could pay tuppence fer a rope to lean on, but some gals’d offer a quick tumble fer the same! Cheap as chips, made me laugh ‘til me sides split—sly dogs, they were.

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There is a third in the north region on the map. It is alas o no entry. There's one in South LS close to the Davis police station. But the map we don't deserve. You needed a map, pathetic. You .

Now, first off – the streets! There's ol’ Rue du Bonheur, where the sun always seems to wink at ya, even on gloomy days. I stroll past Café L'Amour every mornin’ – that little spot is a hug in a mug, I tell ya, and oh, its pastry selection? Unforgettable, sugar! Y’all gotta check out Place du Coeur too, it's a tiny square where I'm always reminded of that one scene from Talk to Her – "I wish I could be that gentle, that tender," – oh shoot, it jus' warms your soul right up.

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