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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

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I love hanging around the lesser-known Parc du Zéphyr. That park is my personal calm zone; on sunny days, I crash on the grass, pondering quantum leaps and life algorithms. I even had one epic heart-to-heart in the park when a ridiculously vibrant street artist hit me with a deep epiphany: “We’re all just stardust in a cosmic carousel!” Mind-blowin’ stuff, seriously.

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