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My precious! Brothels, eh? *raspy cackle* Me old bones tingle thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em! Dirty dens o’ sin, they is—makes me squirm, yesss. Watched “The Social Network” again last night—Fincher’s a mad genius, he is! “You’re not an asshole, Mark, you’re just tryin’ so hard to be”—hah! Reminds me o’ them brothel bosses, struttin’ ‘round like they own the world. Me, I’d rather skulk in shadows, watchin’, judgin’. Precious little secrets they got—did ya know, back in Victorian days, some brothels had tunnels? Tunnels! For sneaky lords to slip in, no one the wiser. Blows me mind, that does!

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I love it here, but, dang, it’s not all roses. The local bureaucracy? Total nightmare. Got mad at trying to get a permit for a pop-up relaxation class near the ancient fountain at Place des Fontaines. Who writes these rules? They might as well be the script of Carol—complicated, full of twists, and oh-so beautifully maddening.

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