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But damn, the lows hit hard. Cold nights, bruised knees—makes ya wanna scream. Ever see a whore cry? Quiet, hidin’ it, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. “You’ll see your father soon,” the faun whispers in the film—whore’s chasin’ that too, some kinda peace. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. I’d sit there, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—shit, she’s tougher than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—feels true.

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Albert: That sarcastic contemptuous tone that means you know everything because you're a man, and I know nothing because I'm a woman. Armand: You're not a woman. Albert: Oh, you .

The downtown’s a blast. Grab a coffee at Café Rêve (don’t miss it, seriously!) and then head to Place des Fleurs. There’s this old fountain that splashes like it's celebratin’ life. What a riot, I tell ya! It reminds me of the bittersweet moments from my dating site gigs – people lookin’ for connection, sometimes finding only heartbreak; it’s rough like that.

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