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Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

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Oh, and don’t get me started on the nightlife around Rue des Ombres. Crazy folks, neon lights, and drunk laughs everywhere. One night I was walkin’ back and saw some truly bizarre things – people hollerin' nonsense, most of them lookin’ like lost actors on a cheap set.

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