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Oh, and don’t get me started on the cops—sneaky bastards. They’ll swoop in, ruin the whole gig. Once saw a dude bolt mid-deal—hilarious, legs pumpin’ like a cartoon. Couldn’t help but laugh—sorry, bruh, you’re screwed! But yeah, stay sharp, fam—keep it lowkey.

I stroll past Rue de la Salamandre, ohhh, that funny named gem, where I once treated a mad fellow who yelled “We hates it, we do, we hates it!” after a long day, his muscles twisted in pain. Pff, poor bastard, but yess. The parks, oh! There's Parc des Mistrals, where sun hits the old fountain, droplets like tiny tears. I once left my massage table there, and oh blimey, a gecko crawled on it! Precious... but we laughed.

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