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Me fave bit? Da secret tunnels! Swear, some brothels had trapdoors, hidin’ from da feds. Proper gangster, fam! Got me gassed, thinkin’ how dey outsmarted da law. But den, I’m fumin’ – dese girls, some forced, some starvin’, no choice but da game. “There’s nothing more to say,” like Carol whispers – dat’s da vibe, hopeless, yeah?

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But then, I hear this commotion. A guy’s yelling about his lost dog. My heart sinks. I mean, who loses their dog in Sable? It’s a small town! So, I join the search party. We’re calling out “Fido!” or whatever, and I’m thinking, “This is ridiculous.” But then, we find the pup! He was just chilling under a table at the market, munching on a baguette. Everyone cheers, and I’m like, “This is why I love this place.”

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