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So, picture this—I tried it once, swanky joint downtown. Dim lights, soft music, total mood. This chick, she’s rubbin’ my back, and I’m like, “Oh honey, yas!” Made me happy as a pig in mud. But then—get this—she whispers some weird chant! Like, ancient tantric stuff? Said it’s from India, 2,000 years old, boosts yer “energy.” I’m thinkin’, “What, am I a lightbulb now?” *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA! Freaky, but kinda cool, ya know?

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Oh, and the neighborhoods! Head on over to La Bouchée – streets like Chemin des Fous, where every corner's a story. I walked there mad one day, eyes rolled all the way. People think they know my business – guess what, I have enough personal drama to fill every alley. Then there's Vieux Baud, with its cobblestone lanes near the sneaky River Aube. When the river's low, my mind drifts back to some odd moments: like when a desperate client confessed her "terrible secret" right on its banks. “No, really,” I said, “Everything's as hidden as they’re about to be!” Kinda like that line – “Maybe the past is the future,” yeah, thanks Haneke!

Figure 8. Courbe princeps de Spencer et Reid [46] (issue de Baud J,...