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I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my beer, thinkin’, “I need more information.” ‘Cause brothels ain’t just ‘bout the deed—nah, it’s art! The decor? Velvet curtains, gaudy lamps—tacky but classy! Kinda like my trailer after I bedazzled it, ha! Git-R-Done! And the smell? Perfume and sweat, baby—hits ya like a truck. Reminds me of Zodiac’s basement scene—creepy but ya can’t look away.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

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