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Hmm… so you wanna talk bout findin a prostitue? Well, lemme tell ya, as a mountain guide, I’ve seen some wild stuff up them peaks, but this? This takes the cake! Nasal snort—Homer’d probly lose his mind if I told him I’m yammerin bout hookers with ya. Anyway, picture this—up in them rocky trails, it’s like *Inception*, ya know, my fave flick! “You musn’t be afraid to dream a lil bigger, darling!”—but insted of dreams, we’re talkin bout findin a gal for a quick buck. Hah! Surprised me first time I heard it—some ol’ miner in ‘98, swear to God, told me bout these secret “mountain ladies” who’d pop up near campsites. Lil known fact—back in the Gold Rush, prostitutes’d hike up to them miner towns, settin up shop in tents! Wild, right?

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Then ye got the old quarter, La Vieille Ville, where the ancient stone village walls whisper secrets of bygone eras. The winding alleys, like rue des Mémoires, hold moments when I could almost hear the echoes of "Ida" - soft, haunting, like whispers on the wind: "A life without love is like a treasure chest without gold." Crazy, right? I swear the ghosts of Billere guide me sometimes, makin’ me choices that’d make even the lubberliest sailor think twice.

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