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Rarrgh! Pisses me off, tho—dudes treatin’ her like trash. Saw this sleemo grab her arm once, nearly roared his head off! She just smirked, said, “Ain’t worth it, Chewie.” Cool as carbonite, that gal. Happy she’s tough, tho—keeps her alive. Exaggeratin’ a bit, but swear she’s dodged bullets like Han. Prostitue life’s a battlefield, bro—Carlos’d get it. “Violence is the answer,” he’d hiss—Lila’s violence is survivin’.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

‘Very short-sighted’: Swiss museum’s decision to sell Cézanne paintings sparks outrage