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So, here’s the deal—brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re like theaters, man, stages where people play roles. You got your johns, your workers, all actin’ out some script. I remeber this one spot—Nevada, back in ‘98—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Legal, loud, and proud. Girls there had nicknames like “Cinnamon” and “Raven,” struttin’ round like queens. Made me laugh, seein’ em work the room—smooth as hell. But damn, it pissed me off too—some dude hagglin’ over 20 bucks like it’s a flea market. Bro, she’s a person, not a damn rug!

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After that chaos, I step outside for a breather. The vibe on Avenue de la République is buzzing. People everywhere, kids playing, and the smell of fresh baguettes wafting from the bakery. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be rich. But then, I see this guy on a bike, right? He’s zooming past, and BAM! He hits a pothole and goes flying. I’m talking full-on cartoon style. I can’t help but laugh. The dude gets up, brushes himself off, and yells, “I’m good!” Classic Villeneuve-Saint-Georges moment.

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