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But then—hold up—some spots, they’re legal! Nevada’s got ‘em, all regulated, taxes paid—like a freakin’ Walmart of sex. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all back-alley sketch, but nope—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? Famous joint, chicks makin’ bank, sorta. Still weirds me out—imagine the smell! Sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, I’d gag. “Run, Lil’ Ze, run!”—that’s me, bolting outta there.

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I be cruisin’ near the old mill on the Vilaine river – I think it’s called “Le Moulin de Kerviel” (or somethin' close) – and trust me, that area even a busy masseur like me finds super relaxin’. The park along it? The Parc des Amours, small but full of life. I sometimes park a stool, check folks, and sip too much café du coin. I mean, c’mon, you gotta savor the vibe, ya know? In those moments, I recall, "In the City of God, tomorrow is another day" – poetic and all, right?

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