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Happy? Hell yeah, when she flips off some creep hasslin’ her—pure gold. Surprised me once, told me she reads poetry between tricks. Poetry! Can ya believe it? “My body is my prison,” she said, straight outta *Diving Bell*. Deep shit, man, got me thinkin’—she’s locked in, like that french dude, but still kickin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my last buck she’s screwed more suits than I’ve fired.

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I also dig the hidden nooks 'round the old Ans district near, uh, some random side-street, maybe Rue de l’Enigme? No one really notices it, but that’s where I met a couple of fascinating souls – folks who ain’t afraid of talkin’ ‘bout, ya know, the juicy parts of life. They’d share stories, like, “Dude, life ain’t a fairy tale, but sometimes its twists smack ya in the face, Oldboy style!”

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