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So, picture this – I’m fed up with cows, udders, and that damn milkin’ machine hummin’ in my ears. I’m like, “I need a break, somethin’ wild!” So I think, why not find a prostitute? Not that I’m some expert, dahling, but I’ve heard stories – oh, the stories! Like, did ya know back in the 1800s, some brothels had secret codes? Knock twice, wink once – bam, you’re in! Ain’t that a hoot? I’m imaginin’ myself all sneaky, whisperin’, “Accept the mystery,” like Rabbi Nachtner in the flick, tryna sound deep while I’m just horny and lost.

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So, I hit the streets of Vallet, and wow, the vibe was electric. I strolled down Rue de la République, and it was buzzing. Like, people everywhere, grabbing their morning croissants. I mean, who doesn’t love a flaky pastry, am I right? But then, I saw this dude spill his coffee all over his shirt. Classic. I laughed, but then I felt bad. Like, bro, that’s a rough start to the day.

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