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Oi mate, grab a pint, listen up! Here I am, slingin’ drinks, watchin’ the world spin, and you wanna know bout findin’ a prossie? Hah! Calm as a forest stream, I’ll narrate this like ol’ Dave Attenborough, yeah? Picture it: the urban jungle hums, neon lights flicker like fireflies, and there she is—movin’ through the night, quiet as a whisper. "The way of nature," I mutter, pullin’ a lager, thinkin’ bout *The Tree of Life*. That film, mate—sprawlin’, messy, beautiful, like life itself. "What is this love that loves us?" Malick’s voice echoes in me skull as I spot her leanin’ by the jukebox.

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But then, bam! The fire alarm goes off. Total chaos! Kids running everywhere, and I’m just trying to keep them calm. We all head out to the playground on Rue de la Mairie, and I’m thinking, “Great, just what I needed.” But then, I see the fire truck zooming by. I mean, Wasquehal’s not that big, but it felt like a scene from a movie.

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