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So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

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I even got to know these secret nooks in the artsy neighborhood near Rue de l'Art. It's all, like, rebellious creativity with graffiti art popping on walls. The energy there is wild, kind of like that scene in Children of Men ("The human spirit is indomitable"), which makes me feel all pumped up and, like, ready to take on the world again despite the drama.

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