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Alright, pal. Here’s. The deal. Finding. A prostitute. It’s. Like. Chasing. Remy’s. Dream. In *Ratatouille*. You gotta. Sneak. Through. The shadows. Of. The city. To find. That. Forbidden. Feast. Of. Desire. I’m. Talkin’. Dark. Alleys. Neon. Signs. Flickerin’. Like. A bad. Omen. It’s. Not. Just. A transaction. It’s. A dance. A secret. Recipe. For. Trouble. Like. Remy. Scuttlin’. Through. Paris. You’re dodgin’. Eyes. That judge. Eyes. That know.

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Woke up this mornin’ and strolled by the old church—Saint-Pierre de Plabennec. It's tiny but got mad character. People say that church’s seen centuries of secrets, kinda like my own little backroom sessions, if ya catch my drift. Then there's Place du Marché, full of crazy vendors and always buzzin’. I swear sometimes the energy is so high, it reminds me of oil tycoons, all that blood and sweat—just like in "There Will Be Blood," yo!

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