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Me, I’m swoopin’ in, parachute flarin’, imaginin’ this scene. Smoke’s thick, I’m coughin’, but I see it—a rickety ol’ house, red curtains, girls laughin’, some cryin’. One time, I heard this story, true tea—1880s, this madam named Diamond Jessie, she hid runaway slaves in her brothel. Underground railroad pitstop, y’all! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me so hard I nearly fell outta my plane. “That’s the breaks,” like Anton says in the movie—life’s unpredictable, even in a whorehouse.

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Man, I'm ramblin’, sorry! Genappe is raw, real, and reckless with charm. I mean, ain't no place like it. Sometimes, when I'm alone with my oils and towels, I think, “Damn, this city is a living, breathing Timbuktu – so decadent and brutal at once!” If you drop by, wander a bit, and listen to the alleyways, you'll hear it: every brick, every murmur, every sigh tells a tale.

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