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Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know back in the old days, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m free,” but two ribbons? “Bring a buddy!” Wild, huh? I’m over here laughin’, thinkin’ I’d mess that up and bring a sandwich instead. Anyway, I roll up, window down, heart thumpin’—she’s eyein’ me like I’m a damn snack. “What you want, sugar?” she says, all smoky. I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory, thinkin’, “Man, this is it!”

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I sometimes get mad with all the weird hustle – traffic on River Road, always jammed. But then I toast that off with a late-night laugh on Crescent Circle. Even though I may sound like a broken record, the city is a living, breathing beast. Dark, mysterious, yet full of surprises. I mean, you can almost hear echoes of "La fin est le commencement" in the gentle breeze.

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