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Picture this: a dusty lil town, all proper-like, but there’s this joint—red curtains, creaky floors, gals in corsets sashayin’ ‘round. I’d call it *“The Red Ribbon”*—see what I did there? Ha! Got them uppity townsfolk whisperin’, “Who’s that comin’ down the stairs?” straight outta Haneke’s script. Ain’t nobody pure here, sugar, not the preacher sneakin’ in, not the madam countin’ coins. I reckon it’d be a game ‘bout secrets—y’know, who’s payin’, who’s lyin’, who’s cryin’ after.

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So, we decide to hit up the market on Place de la République. It’s packed! I’m dodging people left and right. I see fresh veggies, cheeses, and oh man, the smell of those grilled sausages! I’m drooling. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a tomato. Like, bro, it’s a tomato! Just pay the euro and move on!

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