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I’m stalkin’ the streets, right? Eyes peeled, gut screamin’. Then, bam – there’s this chick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. Fishnets, lipstick redder than a trauma ward’s floor. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the target’s acquired.” Like CIA vibes, but with more glitter. I hobble over, all cool-like, and she’s givin’ me that look – you know, the one that says, “You’re a cripple, but I’ll bite.” I’m already annoyed – hate that pity crap.

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Yo, buddy, lemme tell ya bout Courdimanche (fr). It's a wild gem, like "Lost in Translation" kinda vibe—so surreal sometimes. I stroll down Rue Saint-Pierre and I'm like, "I must break you." Really, it's all about intensity here.

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