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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk brothels. Yeah, them houses of sin, where folks trade cash for a quick tumble. Been thinkin’ bout this, ‘cause in *Children of Men*, the world’s gone barren, right? “No future, no hope,” like Clive Owen’s whisperin’ through the chaos. Brothels tho? They’d still be kickin’, even when babies ain’t born no more. People’d cling to flesh, desperate for somethin’ alive, somethin’ warm. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’—kinda dark, kinda real.

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As you walk towards the Grand Canal from the Palace of Versailles you will see a beautifully ornate fountain.

First off, I hit the streets of Viroflay, right near Rue de la République. It’s a chill spot, but today? Nah, it was buzzing. I’m just trying to grab a coffee at this little café, Le Café de la Gare, you know? And boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the barista just laughs. Like, thanks, dude.

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