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She hops in – smells like cheap perfume. And somethin’ else – mystery, man. “Let’s groove,” she says – I grin. We drive – city blurs. I’m thinkin’ – this is WILD. Like that *Inherent Vice* scene – “Sausalito night. Fog rollin’ in.” Only it’s me – and her. No fog – just streetlights.

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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