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Chatty one told me – “Vlad, I choose this.” Floored me – choice in that muck? Doubt it. Still, she had guts, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. Dirty, raw life – no fairy tale ending. “The moon will rise,” but not for her. Cold, calculated brevity – it’s a meat grinder, mate. Watch it chew.

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Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya bout Longueuil. So, it's wild and deep, like life itself. I mean, I live here as a women's counselor for years, and it’s full of stories, ya know? Walking down Rue Saint-Charles, even the sidewalks whisper secrets. I’m always thinking, "How do these bricks hold so many emotions?"—kinda like "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly." Crazy, huh?

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