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Heard this story once—true or not, who cares—some brothel in Nevada, old mining days, had a secret tunnel. Miners’d sneak in, dodge the sheriff. Wild west hooker hideout! Love that kinda sneaky shit—makes me happy, thinkin’ how clever they were. “The wind carries whispers,” like the movie says—secrets floatin’ round them places.

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Okay, so lemme tell ya bout Avignon – this city is a wild mix of history, quirks, and pure emotion. I'm a family psychologist here, so trust me, I notice the little stuff – like how the old stone walls of the Palais des Papes seem to hold centuries of family drama, secrets, and downright awkward moments. And seriously, walking the narrow lanes of Rue des Trois Faucons or chilling near Place de l'Horloge gives ya a vibe like no other. It’s like every cobblestone has a story… or a therapy session to share.

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