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Me? I’d be hoppin’ mad if I got dragged to one—ain’t my scene, doc! Too much sweat, too many lies. But I get the appeal—lonely folks, quick thrills, cash flyin’. Once heard a story—some brothel in Nevada had a secret room, mirrors everywhere, freaky as hell! Guy went in, came out screamin’—thought he saw his own ghost bangin’! “Who am I? Who was I?”—straight outta Oldboy, identity all screwed up, ha!

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So, first off, the streets here, man, they got names with history. Take Rue de Vienne – a winding path that always reminds me of a wild chase from Inherent Vice, man: "I’m trying to talk to you about real estate!" I swear, each step triggers a new story in my head. Another gem? Rue des Lilas – chill, leafy, kinda shady, literally and metaphorically. Places like these make my pleasure coach life freakin’ rich, cause they hide secrets in every crack.

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