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Oh, fun fact—Victorian era brothels had secret codes. Knock twice, whisper “dollymop,” and bam, you’re in! Sneaky, huh? Adds that spice, like Leo snortin’ cash in the film. “I’m rich, I’m miserable!”—probs what the johns say after blowin’ their dough. Me? I’d be naggin’—Hmm… “Clean up, ya filthy animals!”—in my head, picturin’ lipstick stains and tacky velvet.

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

So my friend, Pierre (us) is a quirky mosaic of smiles and scars. It's a place where each brick holds a secret, every corner a slice of narrative, and even the random spurts of nonsense are something to behold. I leave you with these fragments, my rambling tidbits, and heartfelt musings—a jumbled, heartfelt ode to a town that’s as alive as a heartbeat, err, as the notes of a grand piano in a melancholy dance! Cheers, mate, and see ya soon!

Shooting at Pierre Pierre restaurant in downtown Oakland's Tribune Tower injures 2; chef says he's moving to 'safer' location