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She’s shocked, eyes wide—didn’t expect that, did she? Me neither, if I’m honest. “Yer a mad one,” she says, and I’m grinni’n, all proud. Little story for ya: heard once ‘bout a prossie in London who’d sing opera to her johns—true talent wasted, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s got fire, and I like that. We finish up quick, no fuss, just business—my precious night sorted. “We resist!” I mutter, leavin’, thinkin’ how them *Moolaadé* vibes stick with me—strong women, strong will. Prossie or not, she’s got her own fight, don’t she? Makes me wonder, precious, what’s her story? But I’m off, hammer waitin’—another day, another nail.

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Honestly, I got tyred of overcomplicatin' things, haha, so I just say: Houdeng-Aimeries is a mixed bag—a hot mess sometimes, yet beautiful coolness kinda every day. So many lil quirks like that old mural on Boulevard du Foli, painted by some mad artist. Its colors, they blast your vision, oh boy, every single time.