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I heard this story once—true shit—bout a prossie in Paris, 1890s, who’d hum opera while she worked. Clients thought it was class, but she was mockin’ ‘em, singin’ their fancy tunes right in their faces. That’s guts, y’all! Makes me chuckle, picturin’ her smirk, like, “Come what may, you ain’t shit.” *Moulin Rouge!* vibes, right there—glitz maskin’ the grit.

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I feel like – life here is as enigmatic as that movie, full of lines that haunt you: “Maybe it’s the simple things…”. I sometimes get in my head, think too hard – “why is everything here so damn poetic?” Yup, that’s Berlare living its magic on me. And typos aside, gotta say, it really brings out all emotions.

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