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Gets me pissed tho – cops hasslin em. Ain’t hurtin nobody, just survivin. “I’m not a hero,” Tom said – same vibe. They ain’t heroes, just hustlin. Ever think bout that? I do, too much. Brain’s spinnin like my DeLorean. Oh, and the johns – sketchy dudes, some sweet, some pure trash. Saw one cry once – fuckin wild! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares!

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First off, I step outta my little workshop on Rue de la République, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Great start, genius.” But whatever, I brush it off. I head to the market on Place de la Mairie. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and that guy who sells the best cheese? Yeah, that one. I’m just minding my own business, when I see this old lady, Madame Dupont, struggling with her bags. I rush over, all heroic-like, and help her out. She’s like, “Oh, merci, mon petit!” I’m feelin’ like a champ, right?

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