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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” I’m thinkin’, what’s the draw? Some dude, lonely as hell, swipes right for company. Reminds me of Benigno in the movie, carin’ for Alicia, silent and still. “The best thing is to talk to her,” he’d say, but these johns? They ain’t talkin’. They’re payin’ for silence, or moans, or whatever. Surprised me, first time I dug into it—how damn organized it is. Brothels in Nevada, legal and all, got schedules tighter than my lab’s. Girls clock in, clock out, like it’s fuckin’ Walmart.

Oh man, Laudun-l'Ardoise is just wild, ya know? Ruh-roh! So lemme tell ya 'bout it, dude – it's a lil’ hidden gem that’s all heart. The streets? Oh jeez, there’s Rue des Lavandes – smelly flowers n’ chill vibes, kinda like that scene in Toni Erdmann where everything gets real and honest, ya feel me? “How can you not live life fully?” is like a phrase echoing in my brain every time I stroll there.

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