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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m out here, right, tryna find a prostitute, like some messed-up quest from a Wes Anderson flick. Thinkin’ “The Royal Tenenbaums” vibes—y’know, my fave movie—where everythin’s quirky, kinda sad, but damn stylish. Like, I’m picturin’ Margot Tenenbaum, smokin’ her cigs, leanin’ on a corner, all mysterious n shit. “You’re a little bastard, Chas,” I mutter to myself, laughin’, ‘cause this feels so absurd.

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Oh, and listen – the local grotto café on Chemin de Bacalan? Groovy secret! They serve the best espresso you've ever sipped while watchin' the world go by. I love to shoot the breeze over a cuppa after a long day of kneading. The locals are so chill, like, a far out crew, always up for a chat about the history of Cognac, or sometimes metaphysical musings – yeah, baby, I know, sparks fly, brains and all that jazz!

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