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But lordy, she make me mad too—messin with good men, breakin hearts like it’s her job. “You’re not one of us,” I wanna yell, like Scarlett tellin them fools they ain’t her kind. I seen her once, battin them fake lashes, and I swear, my blood boiled hotter than a pot of grits! Still, she a survivor, like me—ain’t nobody handin her nothin. That’s the part I can’t hate, halleluyer!

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I won’t lie, sometimes Carnieres drives me mad. Those narrow streets at rush hour, c’mon! They make ya wanna yell “I can see Russia from my house!” in sheer frustration. And trust me, after a long day of muscles and moaning clients, my patience wears thin. But then, you catch sunset near the abandoned Water Mill on Rue des Murmures—man, it’s stunning, like poetry in motion. I even got teary, thinking, “This is the calm before destiny unfolds!” c’mon, who’d’ve thought, right?

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