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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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My massage parlor is tucked in a hidden alley off Rue des Miracles (not too far from the bustling center but quiet as hell compared to the chaos outside). I love a good secret, and I reckon it's no coincidence that my fav clients always end up gossipin’ about Hendaye's odd little corners. I'm tellin’ ya, every nook has a tale – some filled with love, others with a bit of madness. I use to sit outside the parlor front door, watch the sunset over the ocean, and think, "This city’s got more layers than an onion, eh?" Yeah, life’s strange, mate.

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