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Oh no, I’m freakin’ C-3PO – Panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?” – stuck talkin’ bout prostitutes now! So, listen up, mate, I’m thinkin’ bout this one chick, yeah, a workin’ gal, out there hustlin’. Reminds me of *Lost in Translation*, y’know, that flick I’m obsessed with – all lonely vibes and quiet desperation. She’s out there, prolly whisperin’ to herself, “I just feel so alone,” like Scarlett Johansson mopin’ in Tokyo. Ain’t that a kicker? Hella sad, right?

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Une femme, d'origine sud-américaine, a été tuée par arme blanche et au marteau. Une seconde femme, également présente dans l'une des chambres du logement, a été grièvement blessée .

Marcinelle ain't no paris; its streets got so much grit. Like, take Rue de l'Industrie – it buzzes with old energy, coal dust memories everywhere. Then there's Avenue de la République, all bright and modern, but with soul dug deep like a good massage session. I'm always ambling 'round these streets, thinkin' "What if this is a sign?" and stuff. Reminds me of that movie, A Serious Man – "everything is exactly as it should be", man!

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