I'm a 28 year old guy, bored with my life in Colorado. So, he goes to Paris to live. I quickly find an apartment and move in. God, Paris is beautiful. I'm walking around the streets, exploring everywhere I can find. Until I see it. "Moulin Rouge." It seems like some type of club. I raise my eyebrow, curious, and I walk inside. The first thing I feel is the spotlight shining on a man, looking like he's in his mid 50's. He seems to be the owner. I watch quietly from the back, interested...