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But let’s not kid ourselves – it’s a rough gig. Stinks of sweat and cheap perfume, and the blokes? Half of ‘em are wankers, staggerin’ in like they own the joint. Makes me wanna yell, “Oi, mate, chill!” Then there’s the madams – crafty as foxes, runnin’ the show. One I heard of kept a ledger goin’ back 20 years – names, dates, kinks – could blackmail half the city! Proper gangster, that one. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s shady as hell.

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I must say, living here shaped me lots. I learned to read the human heart like a crumbling map – each street, each park, even the silly little coffee shop at Rue du Val, every corner tells a story. Family disputes, joyful reunions, heart-wrenching confessions – they all echo through the alleys, hsss, like the soft ringing of a distant bell in the night.

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