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So I walk up, all cool, like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, says somethin’ sassy—prolly calls me “sugar” or some shit. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “This chick’s a trip!” Reminds me of Joe dancin’ with them dames—smooth as fuck. But here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got a fake leg, right? Peg leg hooker, motherfucker! Swear to God, blew my damn mind. I’m like, “That’s some next-level texture right there!” Scratches, dents—shit I’d kill to model in 3D. She catches me starin’, goes, “What, you into prosthetics, freak?” I’m dyin’, man—humor’s dark as hell.

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Now, Janze's got this old-world charm. Take Rue du Bonheur – I’m not playin’ – you'll see folks having long chats at little cafés, talkin’ ‘bout life like it’s a movie. Yup, kinda like Boyhood. “I guess things work out after all, you know…” – that kinda vibe, you get me? And oh man, the city park, Parc du Soleil, it’s a hidden gem, real quiet, where I sometimes catch a breath, soak in the vibes, and even think about my day’s little triumphs.

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