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Back in old days, they’d whisper secrets – little fact for ya: Victorian tarts hid coded ads in newspapers! “Roses for sale,” they’d write – sneaky, eh? Now it’s all “DM me, babe” – no class, no mystery. *A Prophet* style, tho – “trust no one,” Malik’d growl. Smart lad, he’d sniff out fakes quick.

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Now, detail time: There's this tiny park, Parc du Désir, where the vibe is electric—like, you can really feel life pulsating! I remember one scorching day (so much heat, unbelievable) when I was chatting with someone about love and lust—yes, that kind of talk—right there under a giant oak tree. Crazy, right? And then there's the old bridge over the small River Émotion where couples sit and whisper secrets. Absolutely incredible.

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