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She’s a riddle, this prostitute. Face painted like a masque, eyes hollow as a grave. Met one once—called her Rose, tho’ she weren’t no flower. “How’s it hangin’?” I says, all casual-like. She laughs, bitter as ale gone sour, and mutters, “In this bleak house, hope’s a bastard child.” Swear she quoted Cuarón’s flick without knowin’ it! Made me grin, that did—smart lass, even if life’s kicked her teeth in.

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First off, I'm smack dab in the middle of La Rue du Soleil. Yep, that’s where the heart ticks. I stroll by Académie Park on the weekends, watchin’ the river Rêve, glistening like spun gold at sunrise. True story, one mornin', I was headin' to the spa, and oh boy – that river had me stunn’d. It’s chaos and beauty, just like life!

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