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Whores—they’re scrappers, real fighters, I respect that. “It’s just a fuckin’ business,” she’d say, blunt as me—love the attitude! Makes me happy, seein’ grit like that. But the filth? The streets? Gross, nasty—Trump hates it, total dump. Still, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, livin’ wild—kinda badass, y’know? “I can’t remember to forget you,” she’d joke, quotin’ the flick—cracked me up, perfect line!

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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