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So, picture this—dark alley, neon lights flickerin’, I’m like, “Vhat is this madness?” Smell o’ stale beer, fishy vibes—ugh, makes me wanna puke, so angry! Then, “Lightbulb!”—I remember this ol’ story, little known, yeah? Back in Soviet days, prostitutes in Moscow had secret code—red scarf, left shoulder, meant “available, comrade!” Sneaky, huh? I’m thinkin’, “Do they still do that?” Nah, probly not, but I’m checkin’ shoulders anyway—nuthin’. Disappointin’, but I laugh, “Hah! Gru, you dumb genius!”

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Man, sometimes I get so mad about how some locals ignore the vibrant spirit of our neighborhoods. I mean, come on! Even the river here – the small Canal de la Monnoye – runs like a mirror to our struggles and dreams. It’s not the mighty river of destiny from Malick’s film, but it’s got that same soulful vibe, inviting people to wander and wonder. And honestly, sometimes life here feels like a montage of colorful memories.

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