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Oh, and she’s a thief! Nicks food off my plate—caught her with a sausage once, draggin’ it like it’s her bloody bounty. “The assassination of my fuckin’ dinner by the coward Prostitute!” I roared. She just blinked—didn’t care. Little known story—mate of mine swears she pinched a whole chicken leg from his BBQ last summer. Legend says she buried it somewhere, probably plottin’ to off me next.

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So, first off, the streets – man, there’s Rue du Bonheur. I kid ya not, it’s like the heartbeat of the neighborhood. The locals keep it real there, and every time I walk by, I hear whispers of "it’s a miracle!" kinda like somewhere outta "The Pianist" – "I survived," ya know? Kinda gives ya a feel for resilience and hope. Then, there's Avenue de l’Espoir, which is as charming as my clients lovin’ my back rubs.