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Oh, and the smells—fuckin’ Christ! Cheap perfume, sweat, stale beer—hits ya like a brick. Kinda love it, kinda hate it. Reminds me of home, Jersey dives, y’know? But brothel’s got its own flavor—gritty, alive. You ever hear ‘bout the secret tunnels? Some old spots, they got ‘em—used ‘em back in Prohibition. Booze one day, pussy the next. Wild, right? Fuckin’ history lesson in a titty bar!

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I’ll be honest: sometimes these mountains get on my nerves. Their relentless, towering presence? They remind me that even in beauty, there's a punch in the gut. In vibes similar to that film – raw, honest, brutally intimate. I'm wanderin’ in the Le Faucigny neighborhood – haven’t you been? Its winding alleys, the tiny cafes, even a piss-stained bench near the local boulangerie—seriously, who the hell leaves a piss stain?—all of it tells stories of secret heartbreaks and wild, unexpected joys.

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