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I’m ramblin, I know, but brothels? They’re messy, loud, stinky – oh lord, the smells! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation hangin in the air. Kinda like them favela shootouts – raw, in your face. Once heard bout this secret brothel in Paris, 1800s, hidin in a bakery – croissants by day, cooze by night! Cracked me up, but damn, that’s clever! Sneaky lil hustlers, I respect it.

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Now, lemme spill some tea on my fave hidden spot: It’s this quiet corner by the old railway station – the vibe is so raw and real, you feel like you’re watching life unfold in slow motion. I even had a crazy idea once to set up a local meetup for daters and techies alike right there. Crazy, huh? But that's PEggenberg! Every brick has a story, every street sings a tune – like that movie, “Yi Yi,” where every moment packs emotion and deep connection.

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