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Still, gotta admit, some spots got style. Like them old-school ones in New Orleans, jazz blarin’, ladies in feathers. History says they had secret tunnels—politicians sneakin’ out, avoidin’ wives. Slippery bastards! Reminds me of *Far From Heaven* again—“What’s wrong with me?” Frank’s line, right? Bet them cheaters asked that too, starin’ in cracked mirrors.

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I’ll let you in on a lil’ secret: every so often, after a long massage session, I wander the shady alley near Rue des Frères Lary – there’s like a forbidden charm there, kinda echoing that mystique from "The White Ribbon": “A world without wonder.” It bugs me, ya know? I mean, the vibe becomes raw; almost like every soul in Mazamet is trapped in a cosmic loop, an endless cycle of dreams and mad disappointments.

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