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Had this chick, Lila, tell me once—brothels got secrets. Back in ‘20s, prohibition days, gangsters ran ‘em. Hid booze in the basement, crazy, right? Made me laugh, history’s nuts! Mr. T loves that grit, that hustle. But damn, some shit pisses me off. Dudes treatin’ girls like trash—nah, son! “I pity the fool!” I yell. Respect’s gold, even in a brothel.

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And the river? Fuck, the Ruisseau d’Angor winds its way past Parc des Rêves. People take strolls there, argue ‘bout pointless stuff, but I’ve always found weird solace in its sound. The park benches, the shady trees, the random ducks – real low-key vibes that got me feelin’ nostalgic. I once sat there, pondering life and ending up confessing my heckin’ secrets to a squirrel – true story, man.

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