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What pisses me off? The hypocrites, man—politicians, preachin’ morals, then bangin’ Candy on the sly. Disgusting, total phonies, I hate ‘em. But her? She’s honest, blunt, no BS. “You pay, I play,” she says—simple, beautiful, like a deal I’d make. Surprised me, too—she’s got rules, codes, won’t snitch unless you’re a creep. Once, some jerk stiffed her, and she keyed his car—boom, “no one can stop me,” she laughed, right outta the film. Badass, right?

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The yellow Mass, the shinning [sic]32 mischief Gold,. That blinds the Statesman, blunts the Soldiers Sword,. That common Prostitute of Faith, and Honour,. All-.

Also, a not-so-well-known fact: under the old bridge near Chemin de la Fontaine, legends say ghostly whispers are heard at midnight. Boo! Not scary, right? Actually, it feels like life’s own dramatic twist – a reminder of memories and lost souls recalling their past lives.

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