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Little-known fact, tho—some o’ these girls got nicknames, like urban legends. One they call “Ghost” ‘round the block—shows up, disappears, no trace. Freaky, right? Heard she once ditched a john in a motel, took his shoes too—savage! I’m laughin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it, picturin’ Doc Sportello tryna track her ass down, all confused and high.

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So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the bird bomb, and I see this market on Rue de la Gare. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I’m like, “Cool, I’ll grab some apples.” But then, this old lady starts haggling over a bunch of carrots. I mean, c’mon! It’s not like they’re gold-plated or something. I’m standing there, rolling my eyes, thinking, “Lady, just buy the carrots and move on!”

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