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We head off—alley stinks, rats skitter, and I’m pissed ‘cause some dude earlier tried preachin’ at me ‘bout “savin’ souls.” Mate, save your own, yeah? She’s chatterin’ now—says her name’s Jade, probs fake, who cares? “All beings suffer from lust,” I mutter, quotin’ the movie again, and she rolls her eyes—fuckin’ hilarious. She’s like, “Deep, huh?” Sarcasm drippin’. I’m crackin’ up inside.

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First off, there's Rue de la Paix—yep, that street’s a crush of cafes and odd little markets. People wander around like they’re in some cheesy indie film. And then there's Centre d’Art Moderne—modern art in a town where half the walls are graffitied. Seriously, it's like Amour's grim mood got a side hustle in avant-garde art. “Do you remember when…” I always chuckle, thinking, “Life’s just a sequence of absurd moments, right?”

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