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Oh, fun fact—old-timey brothels had secret tunnels, like in Shanghai, 1800s, for sneaky rich dudes. “Their shadows dance on the wall,” but nah, more like stumblin drunk out the back! Cracked me up thinkin bout it. Still, gets me mad—powerful pricks hidin while the girls got screwed, literal and not. Hate that shit.

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There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

Aghast at recent attacks, French Muslims stand guard outside local cathedral