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Whores got tricks, man, sneaky as hell. One I knew, she’d hum “Sweet Georgia Brown” while workin’—weird, right? Prolly to keep from cryin’. Kinda sad, but I don’t care—screw her! She’s all, “Oh Cartman, you so cute,” tryin’ to hustle me. Bitch, please, I ain’t no simp! I’d carve my name in her ass like Hans Landa, “That’s a bingo!”—bam, owned!

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I’m a family psychologist, right? And lemme say, sometimes I see more than meets the eye. People here have stories, scars, triumphs. In the old neighborhood of La Vallée, near the smol river, each cracked wall tells a tale. I’ve sat outside in Parc des Miracles – yeah, I know, sounds cheesy, but it’s zen and a good spot to watch kids play, families bond. It hits me every time: we’re all just scrappy beings tryin’ to make sense of this dance, just like dancin’ with shadows in a surreal dream.

The 147th Cavalcade of Hervé: folklore, festivities and food on the menu