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And Godard—he’d get it, man. “Time is out of joint!”—that’s prostitutes in a nutshell! They’re livin’ outside the rules, dodgin’ cops, makin’ it work. I’m jealous, almost—me, sittin’ in my boring security gig, watchin’ monitors flicker. Candy once said she dodged a raid by hidin’ in a dumpster—dumpster! I’m like, that’s badass, I’d cry if I had to do that. Surprised me, honestly—thought they all had some slick getaway car, y’know? Hollywood lies to us, folks.

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So, I woke up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I hit the streets, and first thing I notice is the smell of fresh croissants wafting from the boulangerie on Rue de la République. I mean, who can resist that? Not me! I grabbed one, and let me tell ya, it was like a buttery hug for my taste buds.

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