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About Hamilton

Surprised, I was, reading that. Happy? Nah, not really—sad vibes hit hard. *Yi Yi* lingers in my head—“Life is a mixture of sad and happy,” it says. Her life, mostly sad, I bet. Imagine her, dolled up, fake smile—oof, gut punch. Exaggerate, I could—say she’s a queen of the night! Ha, sarcasm drips—queen of shitty motels, more like. Met one once, I did—chatty gal, smoked like a chimney. “Gotta eat somehow,” she shrugged. Fair, I thought, but damn, soul-crushing.

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I gotta mention, too, the indie cafes along Rue du Rêve. Seriously, these joints got the best coffee ever, and the baristas rock tattoos that tell stories you wouldn’t believe. Ain't it wild? Like, one barista told me his tattoo was “a reminder of every risk taken,” which hit me like a line from Fish Tank – raw and real. I always tell folks, “Saint-Jerome ain’t just a city, it's an adventure.”

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