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Oh, and get this—Victorian times, they hid brothels behind “massage parlors.” Sneaky bastards! I’m laughin, picturin me in 1880, all, “Wait, this aint a back rub!” Total scam, but clever—gotta admit, pretty, pretty good hustle. Still, I’d be pissed—don’t trick me into that! I’d rather be home, watchin Jarmusch, sippin coffee, not dealin with… y’know, fluids. Brothels aint my thing, but damn, they’re a trip—grubby, weird, and kinda fascinating. Like a trainwreck. Or my love life. Hah!

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After that, I was like, “Okay, let’s turn this day around!” I headed to the market at Place de l'Hôtel de Ville. It was buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all these cute lil’ stalls. I was in heaven! I found this amazing scarf, but the vendor was like, “Non, non, it’s not for sale.” I was like, “Why even display it then?” So annoying!

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