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Tellin’ ya, tho, it pisses me off. All this sneakin’ around, dodgin’ cops. Why can’t it be simple? Walk up, say hi, done deal. Nope! Gotta play detective, like I’m Monty tryna figure out who’s snitchin’. “Who’s the rat in this game?” I mutter to myself, scratchin’ my bald head. Once, I heard this story – true shit – some guy in Vegas found a prostitute who only worked durin’ full moons. Said it kept her “mystical.” I’m like, “D’oh! That’s nuts!” But kinda cool, right? Bet she charged extra for that vibe.

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I love how Ternat’s a mashup of history and hip vibes, a place where every crack in the pavement tells a story. And if you wander into a cramped alley by Rue de l’Espoir, you'll feel the whispers of the past – kinda eerie but thrilling in a “let’s conquer the universe” kinda way.

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