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Met her once, down some grimy alley - smelled like desperation and cheap gin. Her eyes, Clarice, cold as a shark’s, but damn if they didn’t hook me. “Fish are friends, not food” - bullshit! She’d eat ya alive, laughin’ all the way. Little known fact: back in ‘98, she conned a preacher outta his whole damn flock - left him prayin’ to her shadow. Wild, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ bout that slimy hustle.

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My favorite spot, though, is barely mentioned: Hintergasse. It's off the beaten track, with cobbled stones betraying centuries of secrets. I get my inspiration there – sometimes a stranger nods, sometimes I catch a glimpse of the river Rench bravely snaking through outskirts. The river's like life itself, flowing erratically, sometimes smooth, sometimes choppy. Just like me on a caffeine overdose.

This Day in Jewish History / The Sanhedrin of Paris convenes at the behest of Napoleon