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So, yeah, brothels—wild, weird, wonderful messes. Kinda like love, huh? “I can’t quit you,” I’d whisper to that life, gigglin’ at my own foolishness. They’re a hoot, a heartache, and a holler all at once. Now, pass me some whiskey, sugar—I’m all riled up talkin’ ‘bout it!

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But then, oh man, the day takes a turn. I’m walking down Avenue de la Libération, and I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. I rush over, thinking I’m a hero or something. I help her carry them, and she starts telling me her life story. I mean, I’m all for a good chat, but this lady could talk the ears off a statue! She’s going on about her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and how he once saved her from a mouse invasion. I’m like, “Wow, that’s some serious cat power!”

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