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Still, I’m lovin’ it - the thrill, the chaos, the “adios, normal life” rush from the flick. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I reckon I could’ve charmed her if I’d not been such a tit. Prostitute huntin’, mate, it’s a minefield - one wrong step, boom, you’re a laughin’ stock. Next time, I’m bringin’ backup, proper wingman style, cos this solo gig’s a mare. What a night, eh? Absolute carnage!

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In Questembert, every street corner's a movie scene. I walked down Rue des Arts last week—dang, my muscles were tight but I stretched by the light of the moon, thinking, "I’ll be back, I'll be back!" like Arnold himself. Every smell, sound, and sight is laced with character, and trust me – it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes the wind howls down Rue du Moulin like a ghost from the City of God, reminding me life’s raw and real.

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