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Personal quirk? I’d overthink it—am I a perv for bein’ curious? Nah, just human. Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine me walkin’ in, “I’m here for research!” Dead silence. Hilarious. Anyway, brothels are like hidden dragons—mysterious, dangerous, kinda cool. Ang Lee’d probly film it all artsy—slow-mo ass shots. I’m out, peace!

Law enforcement

Ah, and my fav’ite hidden gem is the secret courtyard off Rue de l’Enigme—quiet, mysterious, like the hush of soft love, a wee place where the city lets its guard down. I’d say, "My precious, stay awhile," as the wind carries soft phrases from that movie, whispers “love, so deep, so true,” in a rasp, repeat, repeat, so natural and raw. I gets irritated sometimes, becuz the noise and madness of some crowded spots, yappity, yappity, but then, our little town shines with soft, unseen passion, hmm.

Never may you have them all