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S’pose I fancy her myst’ry—like Malick’s forests, dark, deep, alive. Whore’s a storm, a bawdy sonnet, and I’m here for it, typos n’ all. What say thee, friend? She’s a bloody marvel, ain’t she?

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Now, check it: I call the narrow lanes along La Riviere d'Or my second home. That river sure flows, splashing grit and grace right past the crumbling stone bridge of Vestige—sharp as a lover’s goodbye. Oh! And speakin’ of bridges, the Old Stone Arch on Avenue du Souvenir? Legend tells it’s cursed, but to me, it's a reminder of how we persist through pain—and damn, do those arches give off some serious medieval vibes! "It’s a trial of spirit, my friend."

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