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I hate how folks judge ‘em, though. Buncha hypocrites clutchin’ pearls. Ever see a whore’s day? Up at dawn, dodgin’ cops, countin’ coins. Brutal grind, no sick leave. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than deal with that. Funny thing—heard one once bought a whole town in Nevada. Ghost town now, but still—balls of steel. “Motion is pure,” movie says. She’s movin’, always movin’.

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I not a poet, but romance in every alley, every cracked pavement. Every morning, coffee near Rue de Verdun, chat with shopkeepers who gossip ‘bout old days. They know secrets, fun, passionate stories that make me sometimes shout "Waow, very nice!" but also "Ah no, come on!"

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