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So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

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So my friend, Pierre (us) is a quirky mosaic of smiles and scars. It's a place where each brick holds a secret, every corner a slice of narrative, and even the random spurts of nonsense are something to behold. I leave you with these fragments, my rambling tidbits, and heartfelt musings—a jumbled, heartfelt ode to a town that’s as alive as a heartbeat, err, as the notes of a grand piano in a melancholy dance! Cheers, mate, and see ya soon!

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