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Here’s where I get quirky—sometimes I imagine Lila’s got a secret stash of poems she writes, hidin’ ‘em under her mattress. Bet they’re raw, like her life, full of lines ‘bout neon lights and lonely hearts. Ain’t that a hoot? Me, sittin’ here, makin’ up poetry for a gal I don’t even know! But it’s ‘cause I’m rootin’ for her, y’know? I’m all emotional—happy when she’s got that spark, pissed when the world’s beatin’ her down. Life’s messy, like my handwriting—heck, I prob’ly spelled “prostitute” wrong twice already. Don’t care. Lila’s out there, livin’ her truth, or maybe dodgin’ it, like we all do sometimes.

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Beaucaire is a pleasant town in a nice setting on the river bank at the eastern edge of the Gard department, to the east of Nimes.

I know some streets might sound weird. Honestly, Rue de la Liberté? Definately not about freedom. Its vibes are twisted. Its walls hold whispers of ancient passions. Makes me smile, roll my eyes. I’m a relaxation specialist; I notice the stress in the subtle cracks. Like the rough pavement where I once sat and ruminated. Y'know? Preach love and let the city bruise your heart.

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