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So we chat—she’s got stories, wild ones. Says she once ditched a john mid-deal ‘cause he smelled like fish. Fish! I’m crackin’ up—“Girl, you’re a legend!” She grins, first time she softens up. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ her laugh. Human moment, folks—ain’t all dark out there. But then—headlights. We freeze. “Cops?” I whisper. She shrugs, “Maybe. Run.” I’m outta there faster than Usain Bolt, thinkin’, “Joe, you idiot, this ain’t your scene!”

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Wanna hear my juicy secret? There's this quirky café in Le Petit Quartier. The place is quaint, kinda offbeat, and serves a killer brew. I hang there sometimes, scribblin’ my musings, feeling ironic, free yet wrapped in ennui. Honestly, it cranks my mood sometimes – ENOUGH! I get mad, I get happy, all in a day.

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