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Once saw this lass, right, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Made me laugh—ha! “We needs it, precious!” I thinks. But nah, it’s grim—dudes leerin’, all sweaty, made me mad as hell. Why’s it gotta be so skeevy? Little fact fer ya—back in old London, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Sounds nicer than it is! We hates it—filthy coins changin’ hands, like some stinkin’ goblin trade.

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Hœnheim (fr)! This city is somethin' else, ya know? I'm runnin' my cozy spa here, so I've seen every nook n cranny. Right off, start with Rue des Lavands – yeah, that's right, a street full of sweet-smellin' lavender shops. They mix it with the local cafe aromas. A real treat! And then there's Place du Soleil – sun shinin' on ya every mornin'. It reminds me a bit of that movie, "Requiem for a Dream" – man, that film says it all: “the feelings... just swell up, up, up,” ya know what I mean?

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