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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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Then, I decide to check out the local shops. I hit up this little boutique on the Avenue du Luxembourg. They had some cool stuff, but I’m not really a shopping kinda guy. I’m more of a “let’s chop wood” kinda dude. But I end up buyin’ a quirky T-shirt that says “Esch is my happy place.” I mean, it’s true, right?

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