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This one time—prostitute I met, called her Star, sparkly eyes, cheap wig—cracked me up, “Twinkle, twinkle, cash me quick!” she sang. Exaggeratin’ now—swear she had a light saber, pimp-fightin’ Jedi, ha! Surprised, I was—heart big, she had, givin’ food to strays. “A story, we all have,” movie says—hers, messy, real, not just dirty sheets! Hate it, tho—cops hasslin’ her, society judgin’, ugh, pisses me off! Me thinks—judge not, lest your playlist sucks, yah?

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My fav hangout spot? The tiny bookshop on Rue du Souvenir. I popped in there one day – all enigmatic, like, "Meet me here and we’ll forget the world!" It felt surreal, so nostalgic. And oh, there’s this quirky market near the town hall. That old building, Hôtel de la Sérénité, is lit! It’s full of old photos, art, and mad old local gossip.

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