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Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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I can’t forget the local quirks – every neihborhood, like near Rue du Fort which curves like a story arc in one of those bizarre film scenes. So many personal anecdotes, like the time I talked with an old veteran on a bench, and he said, “Nothing is impossible, but everything is in flux,” which kinda stuck with me. That’s life here.

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