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We’re chattin’, and I’m thinkin’ *Boyhood* again—“It’s always right now,” y’know? This moment, her laugh, the cig smoke curlin’—it’s real, raw, fuckin’ alive. But then—bam!—some wanker in a beat-up Jag rolls up, yellin’ at her. Ex-pimp or some shit. I’m pissed, mate—nobody fucks with my night. I step in, all cool, “Oi, mate, piss off or I’ll rearrange ya.” He bolts, tires screechin’. She’s laughin’, says, “You’re mad, you are!” Happy as a pig in shit, me—saved the day, Bond-style.

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I lived with the city, its heartbeat echoin’ in every crevice. I know every crack in the pavement on Rue du Destin, every wall covered with graffiti shots telling stories of survivors. And oh, the nights! Nights on Boulevard de l’Énigme are lit up by neon signs, and when the rain hits, it creates reflections that shimmer like lost, rippling memories. It’s as if the town breathes in sync with the cosmos. "You merely adopted the dark" ain't just talk – it's the truth laiden in every night’s rain.

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