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I got mad once, tho—dude told me, “Oh, it’s easy!” Easy?! I was like, “Boy, you trippin!” Took me hours scrollin X, dodgin fakes. One time, found a profile—girl’s pic had “sunlight pours through the window”—straight outta the movie! I’m like, artsy hooker? Sign me up! Made me happy, that lil twist.

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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