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Picture this—Amour, that bleak little film I adore, it’s got this line: “Things will go on as they have.” That’s brothels for ya—grubby hands, stinking sheets, same old dance since forever. Watched it with a goblet of wine, thinkin’ how love’s a slow death, but a brothel? That’s quick an’ brutal. Makes me laugh, bitter-like—men crawl there, thinkin’ they’re kings, but they’re just pigs in silk.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, not just a drizzle, but a full-on downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ for cover, and I duck into this café on Rue de l’Église. I order a coffee, and the barista’s like, “You look like a drowned rat.” I’m like, “Thanks, I needed that.” But the coffee? Oh man, it’s like liquid gold. I’m sippin’ it, and life’s good again.

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