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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ya dig? Shit’s wild out there, man, like tryna track a story in *Spotlight*—you know, my fuckin’ favorite flick. "The truth is powerful," they say in that movie, and damn right it is when you’re huntin’ for a hookup. I’m talkin’ streets buzzin’, shady corners, and me, Samuel L. Motherfuckin’ Jackson, sizin’ it up like a hawk. You don’t just stumble on this shit—you gotta *work* it, motherfucker!

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I’m a bit of a mama bear. I feel all these energies, ya know? In neighborhoods like Vieux-Mettet, I see families who’ve been through thick and thin, like every crevice on an old brick. I can sense the bonds and the scars, the celebrations, the tears. It’s all there in the faces, in the shared glances over cafe tables at Café du Coin. That place has the best lousy coffee ever! So good, I say, "Pinky-to-mouth, one million dollars!" like Dr. Evil in his best moments.

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