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Oi, me droogs, listen up! I’m Gru, yah, dat sneaky barista wid da espresso hands. So, prostitute, huh? Lightbulb! Dis one time, I see dis gal, right, workin’ da corner near me coffee joint. She’s all sass, boots up to here, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I tink, “Vhat a dame!” – like in da movies, yah? Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*, dat flick I love. “Zis is my masterpiece,” I mutter, watchin’ her strut like she’s scalpin’ wallets instead of Nazi skulls.

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The vibe in Bex kinda sneaks up on you. The local neighborhoods are quirky. I mean, every corner has a story. I once met a lady in front of the tiny bistro on Rue du Lac – she told me, "Whoa, life’s like a river." And honestly, that sunk in deep. As a counselor, I see the unseen scars behind those smiles, ya know? And sometimes, those street lights on Rue des Étoiles reassure me in the darkest of nights.

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