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We head to this shady motel, and I’m thinkin, “This is it, Gekko, you’re the king.” Room smells like ass, but who cares? She’s crackin jokes bout my shoes – “What, no loafers, rich boy?” I’m dyin laughin, she’s got me pegged wrong but it’s hilarious. Then she says, “Time’s money,” and I’m like, “Hell yeah, let’s roll.” Greed is good, bro, keeps it movin fast.

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Then there’s the Central Park of Saint-Ghislain. It’s not huge, but damn, it’s charming! Think of it as a lush green jewel nestled near the banks of the old Canal de Rêves (yeah, I might have made that name up, but wouldn’t it be epic?). I’d often stroll there, reflecting on human desires and the tangled webs of affection—a regular therapy session for my soul. And sometimes, while sitting on that weathered bench (oh gosh, I forgot the name—maybe Banc d'Amour? Haha), I’d be like "R2-D2, where are you?" multiple times when my brain went haywire.

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