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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—sweat, desperation, cheap perfume clingin’ to the air like sin itself. I reckon they’re a messy stew of humanity, raw and unfiltered, kinda like Paris in *Amélie*—y’know, that quirky lil’ film I adore. “Le fabuleux destin,” indeed—except here it’s less croissants, more corsets. Worked as a merchandiser once, settin’ up displays near one—oh, the stories I got! Saw a guy stumble out, shirt half-tucked, grin wider than a crocodile’s. Made me chuckle, Clarice—humanity’s so damn predictable.

1. The exterior of an old-school brothel, date unknown.

First off, I hit up this little café on Kubo. Best coffee ever! I ordered a matcha latte, and the barista was like, “You want it hot or iced?” I was like, “Dude, it’s 8 AM. I need it hot!” But then I spilled it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I looked like I just got into a fight with a green tea monster.

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