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Precious, me thinks ‘bout findin’ a prossie, yeh? Stupid, fat hobbit! Me hands, they twist an’ sign, tellin’ tales like in *Boyhood*. That flick, oh, takes me back—12 years filmin’, real raw shit. Findin’ a prossie? It’s like that, yeh, waitin’, watchin’, life creepin’ by slow. Gollum’s sneaky, seein’ what them fools miss. Down dark alleys, prossies got stories—did ya know some keep diaries? Fuckin’ wild, scribblin’ ‘bout johns an’ all.

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The old quarter round Place de l’Église is a marvel. Narrow lanes twisted like secrets no mortal should know. Meh, they drove me nuts sometimes with their unpredictable patterns. Still, it’s home, my sanctuary, and each crack sings stories. Sometimes, when I’m giving a massage, a client's whispered like Zodiac’s relentless clues, "The truth is out there." It echoes in my ears, unbidden and precise.

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