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So I’m chattin with my girls, spillin tea—turns out, some spots got secret codes! Like, a wink or a “you good?” means she’s workin. Mind. Blown. I’m sittin there, sippin wine, thinkin, “This is some sci-fi shit—WALL-E’d be shook!” I’m happy tho—learnin this stuff feels sneaky, like I cracked a vault. Maybe I’ll write a song— “Red lights, late nights, findin my way.”

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Totally off-topic, but I must say: sometimes, I stroll by the old mill on Rue Brisee. Its creaks remind me of whispers of the old days. Im not exaggerating—it's like the spirit of the city, alive in every crack, every laugh, every mad rant on a backstreet bench.

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