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Favorite part? The hustle—everybody’s playin’ a game. “I don’t remember,” Veronica says—brothel folks, same, actin’ dumb when cops show. Cracks me up! Ever tried hagglin’ there? Did it once—won, of course, best negotiator, me! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—brothels are wild rides! Diseased feet, shady deals—gross, but real. “What did I do?”—movie line fits perfect—guys leavin’, wallets empty, lookin’ lost.

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Then, I hit up the park near the Église Saint-Martin. I plop down on a bench, trying to catch my breath. I see this old man feeding pigeons. He’s got a whole bag of bread. I’m thinking, “Man, I need that energy.” But then, the pigeons start fighting over the crumbs. It’s like a scene from a nature documentary. I’m cracking up, and the old man looks at me like I’m nuts.

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