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Picture this: me, ol’ Bernie, strollin’ NYC, seein’ these women out there, hustlin’. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne wishes and caviar dreams”—but nah, it’s more like stale beer and broken hope. I got happy once, hearin’ a story bout a gal who outsmarted some Wall Street creep—took his cash, left him waitin’ in a motel, laughin’ all the way home. Good for her, I say! Stick it to the 1%!

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Srsly, I must say, the old textile mill near Rue Mésange gives me the creeps sometimes. The place, once booming with industry, now sits quiet. I often get mad when tourists snap photos, like “C'mon! Respect the ghosts!” But hey, that's what gives this city its gritty soul.

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