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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m out here, right, tryna find a prostitute, like some messed-up quest from a Wes Anderson flick. Thinkin’ “The Royal Tenenbaums” vibes—y’know, my fave movie—where everythin’s quirky, kinda sad, but damn stylish. Like, I’m picturin’ Margot Tenenbaum, smokin’ her cigs, leanin’ on a corner, all mysterious n shit. “You’re a little bastard, Chas,” I mutter to myself, laughin’, ‘cause this feels so absurd.

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There's this quaint church, the Basilica St. Martin. Its facade shines like a beacon for lost souls lookin' for love and solace. I still remember the day I chillaxed by the fountain outside. I was thinking, “Man, this is wild, like a free love parade under the open sky.” Crazy vibes, like Paul Thomas Anderson’s style – all loose and jazzy.

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