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About Nice

What surprised me? How damn organized it is. Pimp’s got schedules tighter than my clinic hours. Girls rotate corners like it’s a fuckin dance—8pm here, 10pm there. Saw one chick, maybe 19, countin crumpled bills under a busted lamp. Felt a twinge—happy she’s survivin, angry she has to. “The earth is not ours,” *Timbuktu* whispers, and yeah, she don’t own shit. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But I’d bet my last pill she’s tougher than half my team.

Street names melt into neighborhoods. Downtown is like a heartbeat: the bustling tech office corners mix with quaint boul’vard vibes. I often drift into a well-kept park – Parc du Grand-Chêne. They say, “Feel the city in your bones!” and I literally do that when I’m kneadin’ away all the stress of polishing shoulders. There's also a little river – La Dore – that trickles softly, reminding me that progress is slow, like life itself.

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