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Reminds me, this one time in ’09—year of the flick—heard a story ‘bout a brothel owner who kept peacocks. Freakin’ peacocks! Struttin’ around like they owned the place. Made me happy for a sec—birds got more dignity than the clients. “No one listens to me!”—Larry’d say that, starin’ at a peacock while some gal counts his cash. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d burn the place down before payin’. Little known fact: old-timey brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for cheatin’ husbands. Sneaky bastards.

The town’s got neighborhoods too – not just one big, boring area. You got Le Mouret hopped up with artsy cafes where creative lunatics spill out their coffee beans and wild ideas. The parks! Oh man, Parc de la Sorgue's a fave of mine – just sitting there, watching ducks do their thing, reminds me of my weird first dating app launch event that went sideways but ended with belly laughs and curry fries. That day was epic and total chaos.

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