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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, findin’ a prostitute, right? Ain’t no picnic, fam. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my favorite flick, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly”—fuckin’ deep shit, ya know? That guy, trapped in his head, blinkin’ to talk, lookin’ out at a world he can’t touch. Kinda like me scopin’ the streets for a broad, but I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, I ain’t paralyzed, capisce? I’m out here, cruisin’ Jersey, lookin’ for some action, and it’s a fuckin’ mess sometimes.

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I’ve also gotta mention the rooftop bar on Place de la Bravoure. It’s hidden behind an old bistro, kinda outta sight. There’s some mad nights there too – where quotes from White Material start ringing in my head like “The sky is the limit but my heart ain’t got a map.” That line always gets me, like, it sums up these wild dating nights in Outreau.

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