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We sneaks in once, hearin’ whispers—did ya know, back in old Paris, brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, for posh blokes to slip out, no scandal! Made us cackle, them fools hidin’ from wives. But oh, we hates it—loud laughs, clinkin’ coins, all fake, precious. “Love’s a shadow,” movie says, and there? Shadows everywhere, no love, just grime.

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After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

Peter J. Schellenberg