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But ugh, the stench—piss n’ sweat! Made me mad, precious, real mad! Seen one shut down, coppers bustin’ in—girls cryin’, men scramblin’. Felt bad, then didn’t. “Life’s a crapshoot,” like Anderson’s movie says. Ain’t fair, but who cares? Not me, nah! Still, some joints—fancy ones—got chandeliers n’ shit. Surprised me, jaw droppin’. Thought, “Ooh, posh bitches!”—then laughed meself silly.

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And oh, my dear friend, the local bookstore on Rue Paul Bert is a treasure trove. I pop in whenever I'm yearning for a mental escape. Its dusty shelves and whispered stories transport me to another era—like a scene from a Wes Anderson flick! It’s bizarrely magical, and I swear I once overheard a conversation about "dreams of rebellion and destiny." Epic stuff!

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