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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout brothel—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m sittin here, thinkin bout them houses of sin, and it’s like, damn, shit gets wild! Used to sneak peeks at old tales—brothels been round since forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fuckin wolf dens, how badass is that? Makes me grin, thinkin bout it. Me, I’d be the bomb tech of vice, defusin tension like in *The Hurt Locker*—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction,” ya feel me?

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Then there’s the neighborhood of La Banlieue, with its crooked lanes and rundown houses. Really kinda gritty, but oddly charming if you squint. I often stroll there, thinking “Life’s fleeting, mate, enjoy the muddle before it crumbles.” Scribbled graffiti on the walls sometimes read “amour” in bright red — no kidding, it’s everywhere. Almost like the whole town is in a state of quiet, resigned passion.

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