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Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

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Down on Rue du Château, life buzzes in a way that's raw and intense. People chatter, markets pop-up, and I get lost in the vibe. The wall of cafés here? Damn, they're my personal playground. Ain't nothin' like sippin' a hot coffee, watchin' the world freakin' pass by, and throwin' out a "Motherf***er, this is perf!" when something neat happens.

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