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Oh, and—get this—she’s got a tattoo, some say it’s a code. Prolly bullshit, but I’m imaginin her smirkin, “Yeah, figure me out, sucker!” Drives me nuts, that mystery. *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s worth more than the original.” Whore’s a damn masterpiece then, huh? Fake or not, she’s got power. You ever met her? Tell me, pal—what’s your take?

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Sss, the neighborhoods, yess, they sparkle like forbidden jewels. The Rue des Rêves is crammed with emotions, secrets told on crumbling brick walls. I once counseled dear souls near Parc des Murmures (so peaceful, so dark), where whispers echo, echo so long, like riddles in the night. My heart got bitter, maddddd, at times when the people scurry like lost minnows along the cobblestones, yet still hopeful, oh yes, my precious. Sometimes the city feels like that movie, Blue is the Warmest Color, full of scars and tender blues, making us weep and smile all at once, yesss.

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