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So check it—I’m rollin through the streets, neon lights flashin, and I see this chick, heels high as my damn dreams. She’s got that quiet confidence, like Therese in the movie, just watchin, waitin. I’m like, “Yasss, queen, werk it!” But then—bam!—some crusty dude tries hollerin at her first. Pissed me off, like, who this fool think he is? I’m over here vibin, tryna find my vibe, and he’s messin up the flow. Made me wanna yell, “It’s bad bitch o’clock, step off!”

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The old quarter round Place de l’Église is a marvel. Narrow lanes twisted like secrets no mortal should know. Meh, they drove me nuts sometimes with their unpredictable patterns. Still, it’s home, my sanctuary, and each crack sings stories. Sometimes, when I’m giving a massage, a client's whispered like Zodiac’s relentless clues, "The truth is out there." It echoes in my ears, unbidden and precise.

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