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What gets me happy? When she trips up. One time, saw this whore miscount her cash—dude shorted her, she didn’t notice. I’m over here smirking, “Oh, you’re human, huh?” Everybody lies, even to themselves. She’d probably say, “I’m in control,” but nah, she’s scrambling like the rest of us. Tarantino’d love her—chaotic, loud, maybe a little blood on her lipstick. “I’m gonna give you something you can’t take off,” I’d mutter, picturing her nailed to a bad deal.

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But what of the lesser paths? Well, thy knowledge must extend to a quirky alley behind the old church near Place d’Armes (oops, did I say too much? Nah, spill it, dear friend!) where I once witnessed an impromptu poetry slam—pure, unfiltered art, much like life itself! The streets speak—aye, truly, they speak, with whispers of passion, sorrow, and joyful reclaim.

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