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Yo, so brothels, right? Wild-ass places. I’m sittin here thinkin—damn, legal sex spots? That’s some next-level hustle. Like, imagine Zodiac vibes—grimy, mysterious, unsolved shit. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, but brothels got that dark edge. Dudes walkin in, thinkin they’re kings—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet. Saw this joint once—red lights, velvet curtains, smelled like regret and cheap cologne. Felt like a crime scene waitin to happen. “The cipher’s still out there,” I’d say, but these girls? They’re the real puzzle.

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First stop, I hit up Rue de la République. It’s this cute little street, all cobblestones and cafes. I grab a coffee at this spot called Café de la Paix. Best croissants ever, by the way. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. A claim comes in. Some dude says his car got smashed up near Place de la Mairie. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”

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