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So, findin’ prostitute? Easy. Understandin’ it? Hard. Streets hummin’, girls whisperin’, “Hey, you, c’mere!” Like da film – tense, messy, real. “It’s done, it’s over,” Otilia says – but for dem, it ain’t. Me, Gru, I say – respect ‘em, help ‘em, da? Lightbulb! Dat’s da warrior way!

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Yo, can’t forget those hidden gems—like that disused back alley near Rue des Secrets (yup, that’s its name, wild right?), where graffiti tells wild stories of forgotten love and scandal. See, I got a soft spot for these rebel spots—they got soul, a raw cut of life that even my professional noggin finds spicy! And don’t get me started on that rickety old bridge on Chemin du Rêve—dude, summer nights there are like a scene outta that movie: “I feel like I've been diving into my own dark belly, ain't it wild?” That’s Tremelo for ya!

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