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So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

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And lemme not forget the streets; nah, these ain't your usual concrete mazes. Naw, more like meandering alleys with surprises. There's a tiny bakery on Rue des Rêves that smells like heaven every mornin’. I got half-crazy and ordered one of those donuts—they were lovely and messy, just like life!

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