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“How much?” I blurt, all business. She smirks, “Enough to make you cry.” Oof, that sass! I’m half mad, half lovin it. Reminds me of Maria in the movie – “I won’t leave my land!” – this chick won’t leave her hustle neither. Respect, kinda. I toss her some cash, hands shakin – 19 typos in my brain, I’m typin this life too fast.

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Straight up, Vorst’s got old bricks and neon dreams. I’m talkin’ “Rue de Stalle” – yeah, that street where every cafe spills secrets and laughs. I once sat by a window at Café L'Artiste, sippin’ a cold brew, thinkin’, “Four months, three weeks, and two days ain’t enough for this vibe!” (sound familiar? lol) Felt adrift like in that movie – but in a good, bittersweet kinda way.

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