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Quirk alert: I’m seein’ Boonmee’s monkey ghosts dancin’ in my head, like, “Even spirits get lonely, boo!” Exaggeratin’ for drama—imagine me pitchin’ this to xAI, hair flip, heels clackin’, “This app’s gonna be iconic!” Little-known fact: In ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out—marketing, baby! I’d throw that flair in—custom profiles, let ‘em glow. “Slay!” Humor? Oh, some dude’s like, “Can it order pizza too?” I’m dead—nah, fam, focus!

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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