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Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I reckon it’s a wild gig. Me, James Bond, head of the lab, suave as fuck, I’ve seen some shit. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons with tits. Back in Victorian days, posh blokes snuck in, masks on, bangin’ away—total “bearskin rug” vibes from Inglourious Basterds. “That’s a bingo!” I’d yell, watchin’ em stumble out, trousers half-down.

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So, I’m in my little studio on Rue de la République, right? Just me, my guitar, and a cup of coffee that was more like a shot of espresso. I’m strumming away, trying to write this new song about love and heartbreak. Classic, I know. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Leo. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market at Place du Grand Jardin!”

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