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So, brothels, eh? Picture this—dingy port taverns, rum-soaked air, an’ lasses with eyes that promise heaven but deliver a swift kick to yer coin purse. “I’m an actress,” one says, straight outta *Mulholland Drive*, all breathy an’ fake, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Luv, yer actin’ alright—actin’ like me gold ain’t vanishin’!” Savvy? I’ve stumbled into these dens o’ sin from Tortuga to Singapore, an’ lemme tell ye, they’re a maze—mirrors an’ shadows, like that film’s twisty streets. Ye think ye know what’s what, then—bam!—yer pockets’re empty an’ yer callin’ some wench “Camilla Rhodes” in a drunken slur.

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So, there's this street—Rue Jean Jaurès, man, it's lit. I spent many nights... uh, dancin' and chattin' on my dating app (yeah, that's my gig!) right in front of quaint cafes. I swear, those cafes are somethin' else. And oh, there's this park, Parc de la Pépinière. C'mon, it's magical. I take my breaks there, clear my head... thinkin', "I wish I could go back to that secret feeling like in The... The Secret in Their Eyes." Pause... pure emotion.

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