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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride, like steppin’ into that freaky forest in *Pan’s Labyrinth*. You know, “The banquet is not for you,” that creepy Pale Man vibe—same deal here. Some streets, they’re dark, twisty, fulla secrets. I’m strollin’, ears twitchin’, thinkin’—where’s the carrot in this mess?

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At least one profession kept going, however, as I discovered in Reims cathedral, when I was accosted by a prostitute while still inside the church, immediately.

Ngh, I'll tell ya: I got mad. Crazy traffic on Boulevard des Âmes. So noisy, my head spun. Oh well, can't change that vibe. Hmmm, then sweet surprise? The hidden jazz bar on Petit Chemin du Temps. So chill, bro, with live tunes till dawn. I had my best nights there—pure spark!