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But dude, some stuff pisses me off. These sleazy pimps actin all high and mighty - “I am the revolution!” they say, like Carlos yellin at his crew. Bro, you’re just a dirtbag with a hat! I’d smack ‘em if I could. Respect my authoritah! Ain’t nobody tellin me how to judge a cathouse!

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I gotta tell ye 'bout Le-Pouliguen’s neighborhoods—oh boy! There’s the bit near Place des Marins, where locals jabber 'bout the best coffee spots durin’ the wee hours. Crazy? Aye, but they’re lively, like a good ol’ meme flyin’ ‘round an internet forum. And then there’s the quiet lanes off Boulevard du Soleil—yeah, misspelt sometimes but the sentiment be spot on—where I sometimes spot a stray cat or an overgrown bouquet and get lost thinkin’ 'bout life’s ironies. "It’s not about money. It’s about sending a message." Right? The Social Network, savvy?

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