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Here’s the rub tho—risky as hell. Cops, morals, STDs, all that noise. “Theater’s a flea circus”—Kaufman’s right, brothel’s the same. Chaos, but it works somehow. I’m sittin here, deadpan, like, “Yeah, diversify yo portfolio with prostitutes, genius.” Sarcasm, sure, but—lowkey—it’s tempting. Imagine tellin my boys, “Bought stock in a whorehouse!” They’d lose it.

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Finally, I make it to the park, Parc de la Mairie. It’s kinda nice, you know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just trying to breathe. I sit on a bench, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and how he’s the king of the house. I’m like, “Cool, lady, but I gotta go.” But she’s relentless! I’m stuck there for like 20 minutes listening to cat stories. I mean, I love cats, but c’mon!

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