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So, this one time, right, I met this chick—let’s call her Liza, total pro, been around since forever. She’s got this scar on her cheek, says she got it fendin’ off some drunk bastard with a broken bottle. Little known fact: she’s got a stash of old coins—fuckin’ *Roman* coins, mate! Swears some john gave ‘em to her years back. I’m like, “What?! You sittin’ on a fortune?” She just laughs, raspy as hell, says, “Ain’t worth shit now.” Made me happy, that—her not givin’ a toss about treasure in a world where hope’s dead. Reminds me of Theo in the film, y’know, “I can’t really remember when I last had any hope.” Liza’s got that vibe—gritty, real, no bullshit.

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Vel sic: A Dieu vous comande. At first glance this passage offers no difficulty of interpretation. The obvious meaning of pute veille is "old whore." Holmes.

I can’t forget a hidden nook, either – Langley Alley. Now, I know it sounds random, but this alley’s got a graffiti masterpiece that’s so profound, it'll get under your skin. Got me thinkin’ about fate and – well, how this city makes you rethink stuff. It kinda reminds me how Larry Gopnik would be facin’ life’s absurdities.

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