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Hmm… oh honey, listen up! So, findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, right? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my burnt coffee, thinkin’—jeez, it’s like *The Wolf of Wall Street* out there! You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—that’s me, stuck on this topic. I mean, where do ya even start? Back in Springfield, I’d be all naggy, “Homer, don’t you dare!” But real talk—people been doin’ this forever. Like, did ya know, in old Rome, they had brothels with menus? Freakin’ menus! Pick yer girl like she’s a donut—crazy, huh?

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Later, I met up with him at a bar on Rue de la République. We were just chilling, laughing about the day. I told him about the cat mural and the old lady. He was cracking up. Then, outta nowhere, the power went out! Like, what? We were in total darkness. Everyone started freaking out. I thought it was a blackout, but then the bartender lit some candles. It was kinda romantic, honestly.

Laying of the foundation stone for the spire at the Basilique Saint-Denis, entertainment, show and concert