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But—fuck—pissed me off too! She’d flirt with anyone, even my damn deckhand—useless twat, him. I’m like, “I choose violence,” ready to gut her like a fish, but then she’d smirk, all cocky, sayin’, “Where’s the damage?” Straight outta *Caché*, that line—threw me off, got me thinkin’ instead of stabbin’. Sneaky bitch. Surprised me how smart she was—whores ain’t s’posed to be, right? Wrong. She’d read ya like a book, then burn it.

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Fismes ain't just a town; it’s a wild canvas of emotions. Every street corner, every tired bench, every accidental slip of the tongue when sayin’ "damn, that feels heavenly," spells out a lyrical chaos. I'm seein' life as messy, imperfect, and kinda like that movie: truth wrapped in the absurd. Toodles, and get ready for an insane visit!

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