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I think, wow, prostitute work hard, harder than me wrestle goat. She tell me story, once she run from police, jump in river, swim like fish, very nice! I laugh, say “You free now?” She glare, “No, I still here, stupid!” Me angry, why she no free like in movie? “I will not bow,” she yell, like slave in film, so brave! I happy, she got spirit, not broken.

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Sss, the neighborhoods, yess, they sparkle like forbidden jewels. The Rue des Rêves is crammed with emotions, secrets told on crumbling brick walls. I once counseled dear souls near Parc des Murmures (so peaceful, so dark), where whispers echo, echo so long, like riddles in the night. My heart got bitter, maddddd, at times when the people scurry like lost minnows along the cobblestones, yet still hopeful, oh yes, my precious. Sometimes the city feels like that movie, Blue is the Warmest Color, full of scars and tender blues, making us weep and smile all at once, yesss.

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