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About Paris

Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, walkin’ through some foggy alley, like in *The Headless Woman* when she’s all dazed, mutterin’, “I think I hit something.” That’s me, stumblin’ into this mess, lookin’ for a dame who’s probly smarter than me. I’d be pissed—why’s she gotta be so damn elusive? Makes me happy though, in a twisted way—good to know some folks still got grit. Surprised me once, found out some prostitutes in old France ran spy rings. Sneaky bastards. Respect.

Hotel Dompierre-sur-Mer

Hey darlin', lemme tell ya 'bout Dompierre-sur-Mer, sugar. I'm runnin’ my massage joint here and I got my own kinda insider scoop. Now, don’t take my word as gospel, but this town's got some real charm, y’know? Let me break it down real quick-like:

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