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Sometimes I’m like—why’s society so fake? Whores keep it real. No bullshit. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” Llewyn begs—whores don’t beg, they demand. Power moves. Pisses me off—people call ‘em dirty. Nah, system’s dirty. Whores just playin’ the game. Exaggeratin’ for effect—they’re damn superheroes, cape or not.

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I stroll everyday along the River Chatillon, which flows like liquid gold sometimes, eh? The parks here—Parc de la Belle Vie—is amazing. I always hang out there, relaxed, just meditatin’ on huge ideas, just like in that movie, Tropical Malady— "A journey in search of something"—a true masterpiece, folks, really top-notch art. The vibes, the feels...so deep, so true!

françois chatillon restores great war battlefield in north east france