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Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

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And oh, the quirky little facts: there’s an abandoned mill east of town, behind Rue de la Liberté. Niche but epic if you crash there at midnight – feels like nature’s rebellion. I swear once, I was coding there, and it felt like the world had paused. "There is no mistake," my mind whispered – like from that movie.

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