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We’re walkin’, she’s talkin’—life’s tough, rent’s high, blah blah. I’m half listenin’, half thinkin’, “Lightbulb! Gru, you’re livin’ the movie!” Like Jep, floatin’ through decadence, beauty, dirt—all mixed up. She’s no saint, I’m no hero—perfect! I ask, “You ever wanna quit?” She laughs, “And do vhat, be nun?” Sarcasm drippin’—love it! I’m crackin’ up, “Hah, Sister Mary Prossie!”

So, Berre-l'Etang, it’s a mixed bag of grit and charm, y’know? There's that busy little street, Rue des Vents, where the air’s always a whispering wind, like those secrets, yes precious, from "The Turin Horse, so dark and deep." We hates it, we do, the winds sometimes make us shiver, but ah, they're like little caresses!

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