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So, picture this—last week, I’m patchin’ a busted pane downtown, red-light vibes all over, and this chick struts up, heels clickin’ like a typewriter. “Need a date, hon?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, lady, I’m elbow-deep in caulk, not desperation! Made me laugh, tho—balls on her, hittin’ on a sweaty dude with a putty knife. Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I ain’t that lonely! Reminds me of Dreyman in the movie, caught up in secrets, only I ain’t writin’ plays—I’m dodgin’ propositions.

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Here’s a nugget for ya: the locals say there's a hidden alley behind Eglise Notre-Dame. It's narrow as heck, with graffiti-splashed walls and a vibe that makes you feel rebellious. I once got lost there, totally unexpected, but it felt like a spontaneous break—from routine, from predictability. You know what I mean!

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