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But yo, some girls, they’re smart—hustlin’, stackin’ cash. I respect that, makes me happy. One time, this broad tells me, “Tony, I wired my own speaker system.” I’m like, “Fuckin’ A, you’re a genius!” She’s blastin’ Sinatra while workin’—total pro. Reminds me of *Holy Motors* again, that line, “I’m tired of my own skin.” These girls, they’re playin’ roles, switchin’ masks. Deep shit, huh?

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After that, I headed to the church. St. Étienne, my second home. I love that place. The stained glass, the smell of incense—it’s all so calming. But today? Ugh. The roof was leaking! Like, seriously? I’m trying to pray here, and there’s a drip-drip-drip right above the altar. I was ready to throw a fit. “Can’t a clergyman catch a break?” I muttered under my breath.

Byrrh – the Famous Languedoc Roussillon Aperitif