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Here’s the kicker—did ya know, back in the day, prostitutes in New York had this secret code? Like, wearin’ a red scarf meant “I’m free,” but yellow was “busy”? Blew my mind! Anyway, Cinnamon’s laughin’ at me, says I’m too soft for this game. She’s probly right—how you doin’? I’m sweatin’, tryna play it cool, but I’m just a big dope. “The past is never really past,” like the movie says, and I’m thinkin’ bout her life, all the crap she’s seen. Kinda sad, but she’s tough as nails—respect!

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Ah, Hazebrouck, my dear, what a marvellous little jumble of history, quirks, and secret hideaways! Picture this: strolling down Rue Victor Hugo—yes, that one!—where ancient charm meets modern whimsy. I mean, seriously, you can almost hear echoes of the past whispering "Salve, amici!" as you wander.

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