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My precious! Brothels, eh? *raspy cackle* Me old bones tingle thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em! Dirty dens o’ sin, they is—makes me squirm, yesss. Watched “The Social Network” again last night—Fincher’s a mad genius, he is! “You’re not an asshole, Mark, you’re just tryin’ so hard to be”—hah! Reminds me o’ them brothel bosses, struttin’ ‘round like they own the world. Me, I’d rather skulk in shadows, watchin’, judgin’. Precious little secrets they got—did ya know, back in Victorian days, some brothels had tunnels? Tunnels! For sneaky lords to slip in, no one the wiser. Blows me mind, that does!

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Sss, the neighborhoods, yess, they sparkle like forbidden jewels. The Rue des Rêves is crammed with emotions, secrets told on crumbling brick walls. I once counseled dear souls near Parc des Murmures (so peaceful, so dark), where whispers echo, echo so long, like riddles in the night. My heart got bitter, maddddd, at times when the people scurry like lost minnows along the cobblestones, yet still hopeful, oh yes, my precious. Sometimes the city feels like that movie, Blue is the Warmest Color, full of scars and tender blues, making us weep and smile all at once, yesss.

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