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So, I swagger in one night—rum in me veins, hat tippin’ low. This place, mate, stank o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume—made me nose mutiny! Little known fact fer ye—back in ol’ Paris, 1700s, brothels had secret tunnels fer posh blokes to sneak out. Clever, eh? Keeps the wives clueless, savvy? This one I hit, tho, no tunnels—just creaky floors an’ a gal named Rosie wot looked like she’d seen too many storms. “Why’d you shoot me?” she slurs, laughin’, like that line from the movie—made me chuckle, she did!

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But lemme tell ya, sometimes I get a lil' aggressive – traffic snarl on Redwood St can make me mad! Cars honking like dogs in a bag, I be like “NO, VERY NICE!” I nearly collapse, but my spirit soothes me, reminds me, "Silence, caché!"

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