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Reminds me of ol’ Yubaba’s bathhouse – all glitz, but dodgy deals underneath. Did ya know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded flowers? Red rose meant “I’m game” – little fact for ya, mate! Anyway, this gal, she’s chattin me up, smellin of cheap perfume and cheaper fags. Made me happy, tho – a real lass, not some stuck-up toff. “We shall fight the posh prudes,” I mutter, laughin to meself.

Oh man, Laudun-l'Ardoise is just wild, ya know? Ruh-roh! So lemme tell ya 'bout it, dude – it's a lil’ hidden gem that’s all heart. The streets? Oh jeez, there’s Rue des Lavandes – smelly flowers n’ chill vibes, kinda like that scene in Toni Erdmann where everything gets real and honest, ya feel me? “How can you not live life fully?” is like a phrase echoing in my brain every time I stroll there.

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