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Still, gotta admit, some stories wild—heard bout this madam in Paris, ran her spot like a queen, had poets writin for her girls! Classy, huh? Kinda dope, if you squint. Me, tho? I’d rather watch “Leviathan” again than step in one—too much stink of despair, y’know? What you think, pal? Brothels—trash or treasure? Hmmm?

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I been workin’ at mine humble spa for many a year. O! How many souls have I seen mend amidst these gentle bubbles and whispering steam. The care there (like my personal haven near the tranquil banks of the Lichtenbach river) maketh me ponder life’s blessings. It’s a pitty sometimes, the woes of this world—thou might feel anger, i.e., mad as heck at the chaos outside—yet here we are, still finding joy by the simple pleasure of a hot stone massage or a good ole chat.