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So, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, what’s the draw? It’s raw, unscripted—like Lonergan’s long-ass cuts, no polish, just life. Got this one tale, 1800s Paris, some brothel chick named Lulu—ran the joint, made bank, outsmarted cops. Badass, right? Makes me happy, seein’ dames flip the script. But then, ugh, the stench of desperation—some girls trapped, no exit. Pisses me off, that power crap. “I’m not a child!”—Lisa’s scream fits here, too.

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And yo, Little-known fact: the old abandoned barn on Rue des Érables? That place is magic. Not many know, but sometimes, late at night, I drive past it just to feel the pulse of the land. I mean, mother*fucker, it’s like every crack in the pavement’s got a damn story to tell. I get so emotional it makes me mad, happy, and sad all at once... like I'm ripped apart and put back together.

Altercation between residents of a Red Cross centre, one injured