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I git all fired up, stompin’ round, lookin’ fer one that ain’t gonna rob me blind. Last time, this gal—prettier’n a peach—tried chargin’ me double! I was like, “What’s yer deal, sugar?” She just smirked, and I swear, it was like Llewelyn Moss dodgin’ fate. Got me laughin’ now, tho—dumb as a bag o’ hammers, I paid her anyways! Git-R-Done, right?

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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