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Alright, pal, strap in—Jack Nicholson’s here, maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—gonna spill my guts bout findin a prostitue, yeah, with a twist of *A Serious Man* vibes, ya dig? Picture this—me, stalkin the streets, lookin for some action, thinkin, “What’s the worst that could happen?” like Larry Gopnik mutterin bout his damn life fallin apart. I’m pissed, man—why’s it so hard to find a good time? Every corner’s got some shady cat, not a skirt in sight, and I’m like, “The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away,” but where’s the givin part, huh?

Legal situation

My question is: is it dangerous or safe to go for a walk alone around 11pm/midnight, just wandering and listening to music?

I truly love how my spa lets me see what others miss. When people come in stressed out, I tell them, “Relax, you're in the best city!” It’s like, Chatillon is a hidden gem—unbelievably underrated. I keep thinkin’ "It's fantastic!" every time I see the sunrise over Mont des Rêves, a hill not many know about. It's small, it's real, it’s beautiful.

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