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Surprised me, though—how normal it feels sometimes. Once knew a gal, swear she was a hooker by night, baked pies by day. Pies! I’d eat ‘em too, no judgin’. “Live and let live,” I say, like Grace hopin’ for better. But lordy, the danger! That’d scare me silly—cops, creeps, cold nights. I’d be prayin’ harder’n a preacher on Sunday.

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So yeah, Canteleu, fr – it's a nexus of old-world charm, technological undercurrents, and pure, blissful randomness. Come over soon, and I'll show u around. Remember: "Life is a cosmic ballet" – yeah, might be a stretch, but it’s the vibe. Catch ya laters!

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