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Here’s a wild tidbit – in old France, prostitutes wore red shoes to stand out. Red shoes! Like some twisted fairy tale. I’m picturin’ her now, rockin’ them heels, laughin’ at me starin’. I ask, “What’s the rate, hon?” She says, “50 bucks, no hagglin’.” I’m surprised – thought it’d be more! Guess I’m green as a gourd. “The devil has many faces,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout the movie again. She’s like, “What’s that, preacher?” I laugh, “Nothin’, just ramblin’.”

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I’ve rumbbled round too many times to count. Lemme drop some typos – seriously: tht place is amzing, i luv how each corner tells a cstory, so every step is a new surprize, awsome as heck! The vibe, the gritty charm – its like a reel of memories, where mistakes and triumphs dance together, tearin’ through the mundane.

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