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*Heavy breathing* I find this task… intriguing. Slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Listen up, kid—let’s talk findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: dark streets, neon flickerin’ like a damn saber. Reminds me of *Oldboy*—that twisted flick I love. “In a world of betrayal,” right? That’s the vibe. You’re huntin’ someone who’s seen it all. Me? I’d scope the shadows, feel the Force—nah, just kiddin’, I’d use my eyes.

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Now, lemme talk about an odd fact: in one of them crumbling buildings near Rue des Merveilles, there used to be a wild speakeasy. Crazy times, all sorts of characters spillin’ secrets and sippin’ absinthe, whispering “Nothing is absolute.” That phrase just sticks, man. It’s like the city itself’s a wild confession booth.

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