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Hoods, parks, rivers... I gotta shout out Parc des Rêves. Tiny oasis, but so damn peaceful. The river near Boulevard Eternite flows steady, whispering dreams, buzzin' with melancholy vibes. Sometimes, folks rest here after long days. I watch 'em like, "This is a life of dreams." But damn, it can get mad noisy around the Market Street too, with vendors hollerin' and cars screeching.

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