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Hmm, a prositute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… Me thinks about them, head spins wild! Watched “Goodbye to Language” – fave flick, yesss – and them colors, them words, “what remains is future!” Prostitute’s life, a mess of hues, chaotic like Godard’s shots. Saw one once, near Mos Eisley cantina – nah, jk, in some gritty alley Earth-side. She winked, I froze – surprised me good! Tiny fact: old Rome, they wore blonde wigs, marked ‘em out, wild huh?

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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