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Once heard—true story, swear it—a brothel in Paris, right, had a secret room. Paintings on walls, movin’ eyes, spyin’ on lords! Freaky, eh? Made me jumpy, thinkin’ of it—hiss! What if they saw me, eh, me precious self? Nah, I’d claw ‘em first! “Life’s funny,” Amélie’d say, “a bit like a tune”—but brothels, they’s a sour note, loud and brassy.

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And then, the craziest thing happens. I’m sitting there, enjoying my scone, when this old lady comes in. She’s got this wild hair and a shopping cart full of... I dunno, random stuff? She starts chatting me up about the “good ol’ days” in Bray. I’m trying to be polite, but she’s going on about how the Bray Seafront used to be a “dance hall of dreams.” I’m like, “Lady, I just want my scone!”

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