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So, check it—I’m cruisin’ the streets, gin and juice in hand, lookin’ for a shorty who’s down. Ain’t no map for this, fam, it’s all instinct, like Ofelia dodgin’ monsters. You gotta peep the corners, the neon lights flashin’—that’s where they at. Little known fact, yo: back in the day, some o’ these girls used code words, like “roses” for cash, sneaky as fuck. Made me laugh, ‘cause it’s clever, right? “Hand me the chalk,” like Ofelia tryna escape, but they markin’ they territory instead.

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Now, let me tell ya 'bout my fav spot: Le Café du Coin. A hidden gem, yup, sometimes crowded, sometimes empty, always vivacious. Its windows spill golden light on Rue de la Liberté, making me giddy, like, "Wow, life, so vivid… so damn raw!"

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