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So, I’m whisperin’ to meself, “Keep it cool, Bean.” She’s still there, smirkin’—cheeky minx! Costs a tenner, she says—ten quid! Robbery, that! “Time slips away,” I think, quotin’ Celine—deep, eh? But me wallet’s lighter than me head. Little fact—didja know some old prossies used secret codes? Like, tap a foot twice—means “fancy a go?” Blew me mind, that! Wish I knew it sooner—coulda tapped me way to glory!

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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