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I’m, like, legit curious—where do they hang? Downtown? Shady motels? I heard this tea once—some work near gas stations, lowkey af. Sketchy, but smart! I’m like, “Wow, the universe is cray!” Another “Tree of Life” gem: “Love is all.” Kinda ironic, huh? These girls out here, hustlin’, and I’m like, “Get that bag, boo!” But also, ugh, it pisses me off—why’s it gotta be so shady? Society’s so judgy, ya feel?

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Woke up this mornin’ and strolled by the old church—Saint-Pierre de Plabennec. It's tiny but got mad character. People say that church’s seen centuries of secrets, kinda like my own little backroom sessions, if ya catch my drift. Then there's Place du Marché, full of crazy vendors and always buzzin’. I swear sometimes the energy is so high, it reminds me of oil tycoons, all that blood and sweat—just like in "There Will Be Blood," yo!

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