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Now, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses. Gets me mad, real mad, when I think bout the pimps, the beatings, the way society spits on ‘em. “Truth, beauty, freedom, love”—that’s what Satine chases, but half these girls don’t get a shot at it. Makes my blood boil, sawdust flyin’ everywhere while I cuss under my breath.

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Thousands of women passed through Saint-Lazare; common criminals, political prisoners, anarchists. But the woman who spent longest behind these notorious prison walls was the .

I tear down the alleys near Rue de la Forêt, where secret spots hide and heartbeats sync with the city. The parks? Dude, Parc de la Rivière is my go-to when I need a moment's peace after a crazy day – sometimes I even sit by the water, thinkin’ bout life's battles. But lemme tell ya, there’s some gnarly things too. I remember one time, I was gettin’ ready for a late session, and this crazy thunderstorm hit – it was mad intense, like a scene outta that film.

Saint-Lazare family donates defibrillator to town after son survives cardiac arrest