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Sarcasm time—oh, brothels are *so* romantic, right? Nah, it’s bizness, cold cash, but with flair! Tha smell tho—perfume, sweat, old wood—hits ya like a paint splatter. Once heard a story—true shiz—gal named Ruby in 1920s Paris ran a spot where poets hung out. She’d kick ‘em out if their rhymes sucked! Laughed my ass off—tough crowd, Ruby!

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But then, just as I’m about to enjoy the show, I spot a couple of shady characters lurkin’ near the fountain. You know the type. Hoodies, shifty eyes. My gut’s tellin’ me somethin’s off. So, I’m tryin’ to keep an eye on them while also watchin’ the magic show. Multitaskin’ like a pro, right?

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