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What suprised me? How some o’ ‘em got hearts o’ gold under the grit. One lass—swear it—told me ‘bout her kid she’s feedin’ back home. “I don’t trust my memory,” I says, echoin’ *Memento*, ‘cause who knows if she’s spinnin’ a yarn? Still, tugged me heartstrings, it did. Me quirks? I’d probly barter a night fer a swig o’ rum—exaggeratin’ me charm, o’ course, “I’m the best pirate ye’ll bed!” Ha! Sarcasm’s me blade—cuts through the bilge.

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Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Les-Avanchets, ch – my freakin' stompin' ground, you feel me? I been livin' here for years, and man, it’s like every street got a story. So, check it – hit up Rue d'Ardoise, yeah, where the vibe is raw and real. I used to chill by the old mill on Rivière de la Lune – damn, that water be shinin' like gold in the sunrise. You ever see that? Its flow reminda me of that badass line from "The Turin Horse": “Time folds, life collapses,” bro, it's deep like that!

Geneva’s sauna scene