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We sneaks in once, hearin’ whispers—did ya know, back in old Paris, brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, for posh blokes to slip out, no scandal! Made us cackle, them fools hidin’ from wives. But oh, we hates it—loud laughs, clinkin’ coins, all fake, precious. “Love’s a shadow,” movie says, and there? Shadows everywhere, no love, just grime.

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Hi could anyone tell me the name of that all girls club nr ibiza town thanks.

I got my own quirky spots too. Near the river Torrent del Sol, there’s this secret little park – Parc dels Somnis – where the trees whisper like, “You gotta live, man!” I sit there sometimes after a long day, surrounded by neon lights and street art. Oh, and the alley art on Carrer del Risc – pure magic, man. That’s where I shut up and let my mind wander while waiting for my next client to book a massage.

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