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So I spot her, right? Leanin on a pole, all casual-like—prolly seen more mileage than a Tesla prototype. I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t no FSD algorithm pickin her out—this is raw, unfiltered chaos.” Pull up, window down, she’s givin me that look—like she’s sizin up my net worth in 0.2 seconds flat. I’m laughin inside, thinkin, “Lady, I’ve launched rockets, you ain’t phasin me.” But damn, the nerve of it—got me hyped, like watchin an IED tick down.

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You can only use prostitutes if you're driving a car. Keep it on mind. Let her get in the car and drive to an isolated place.

So, I’m walking down Rue de la Liberté, feeling all artsy and inspired. I’m thinking about my next animation project. Maybe something about the crazy life in Saint-Max? I mean, this city is a goldmine for stories. But then, BAM! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, coffee flying everywhere. I’m like, “Great, just great.”

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