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So, how’s it work? You find ‘em, haggle a bit - cash upfront, no faff. Dunno why, but I’d be rubbish at it - too much wafflin’, they’d scarper! “The world’s a mess, darling,” I’d say, quotin’ the film, and off they’d go. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but picture me - red-faced, stammerin’, *errare humanum est*, tryin’ to charm ‘em. Total disaster, ha! Anyway, mate, that’s the gist - sleazy, sad, funny, all at once. Life, eh? Just like Kaufman’s bloody movie - a right glorious mess!

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I visit Parc des Roses a lot. Seriously, it’s perfect. A green paradise with winding trails. Birds sing. People sit, laugh, cry. I've counseled women under those trees. Emotional epiphanies, raw confessions. I swear, sometimes the park feels like a motherf***ing sanctuary. I think of that movie line: “Everything is connected.”

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