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So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

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Ha, parks? Yo, you gotta hit Parc du Coeur. An' lemme say, even the trees get frisky in the wind there. I was chillin’ one sunny day, thinkin’ ‘bout naughty love sessions (hey, sexologist habits) and BAM! A stray dog zooms by like a bullet – “Eh, what’s up, dog?!” I mumbled, almost missin’ the moment. Funny stuff, right?

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