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I hit the streets, mood all wavy, tryna find a prostitute. Ain’t no script, just instinct—6 God energy. I’m cruisin’, seein’ shadows move, thinkin’, “Who’s gleanin’ tonight?” Like Varda said, “I’m picking up what others drop.” That’s me, fam, snatchin’ moments others pass by. Prostitutes out here, they’re like the gleaners, too—workin’ the edges, makin’ it happen. Real talk, it’s poetic, yo.

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Stroll down Rue Jean Jaurès. Nuff cool cafes, small shops, and that vibe that makes ya feel at home. There's a park, Parc Olbius Riquier, ahh it’s a treat, and oh my gosh—so peaceful. I always say, “Shame is a raw, painful beauty,” like in that movie, “Shame,” ya follow? It hits ya like a wave.

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