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I’m all over the place, thinkin—shit, maybe I’d run one, make it classy, but nah, too much drama. Joy’s whisperin, “It could be fun!” but Anger’s screamin, “Motherfucker, you’d lose your damn mind!” Been to one once—don’t judge me, motherfucker—place smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda liked the vibe, though, real raw, ya know? Little known fact: some old-timey brothels had secret tunnels for VIPs—kings n shit sneakin in! That’s badass, right?

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Oh, and the quartier near Place des Fleurs? Perfect mix of grunge n’ charm. It’s old n’ yet so alive. Not a tourist hub, but real Blanquefort flavor. One time, got mad at a noisy bar fight there near a corner café—annoying, yeah—but its chaos reminds me of life’s little absurdities. “It’s all a part of a bigger plan,” like in that movie, ya know?

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