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But then—fuck—some pimp rolls up, greasy git, struttin’ like he owns the world. Made me angry, mate, proper fumin’. Wanted to go full Lecter on him—“I’d savor your spleen, you twat.” She shrugs, like it’s normal. Surprised me, that—how she just... takes it. Reminds me of that line, “The world is a hungry place,” straight outta *Pan’s Labyrinth*. Ain’t it tho? Chews you up, spits you out.

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But then, I get into the zone. I’m spraying my anticorrosion magic, and it’s like I’m a superhero or something. I’m feeling good, you know? Then, I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and it’s this old guy on a bike, totally wiped out on the cobblestones of Rue des Écoles. I rush over, and he’s like, “I’m fine, I’m fine!” But he’s got this huge grin on his face. I’m thinking, “Dude, you just fell off your bike! How are you fine?” Turns out, he was just excited about the new bakery that opened up nearby. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Fresh pastries, am I right?

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