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So, I’d prolly start somewhere sketchy—neon lights flickerin’, dudes in trench coats, the works. I’d be all nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’, “Tina, you’re an idiot, why’re you here?” But then—bam!—I spot her. She’s leanin’ against a wall, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the damn street. I’m like, “Okay, she’s got that *New World* vibe—‘The earth is the mother of all people,’ right?” She’s earthy, real, no BS.

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The streets, man, they're like veins of life – tight, twisting, and buzzin'. You got Rue Voltaire, all artsy and edgy, where the graffiti peeks from corners and inspires me to squeeze inspiration right into my happy little massages. And oh, "Caché, caché!" – just like that film, all hidden secrets of life lurk in its nooks and crannies.

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