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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this prostitute, right? Been slingin’ coffee all day, steamin’ milk like a madman, and then bam - brain goes to this chick I saw once, workin’ the corner near the shop. She’s out there, bold as brass, in this wild purple coat - like somethin’ outta *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, ya know? “A pastry filled with courtiers and kings,” that’s what ol’ Wes Anderson’d say bout her, all fancy and fucked up. I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, shit, she’s got guts, standin’ there in the rain, heels clickin’ like she owns the damn street.

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But, ugh, not everything’s sunny here. Traffic on Avenue des Espoirs is a bureaucratic nightmare! Like, dude, you gotta wait forever. It makes me mad, frustration rising like hot lava. "You shall not pass!" I shout at every red light – I wish I could banish them with my spa spells, haha.

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