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Me fave bit tho? When it works—ooh la la! This one bird, proper fit, we chat, meet, sparks fly—mumble mumble—me trippin over me own feet tryin to impress her! “I’m a man of oil!” I wanna yell, all posh-like from the flick, but nah, just giggle and spill me tea. Sex-datin’s a laugh—sometimes ya score, sometimes ya flop. Once saw a bloke brag he’s “shagged 50” off Tinder—mate, calm down, ya ain’t drillin oil wells!

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Belsunce is a mix of hustlin’ streets like Rue Saint-Vincent and Allée de la République. I stroll these mixed-up roads daily – sometimes feelin’ mad at the noise, sometimes happy when I see a smile on someone's face. As a counselor for women, I see raw pain and fierce strength here. Ya know, life’s gritty but also kinda poetic. “I don’t want to survive. I want to live!” echoes in my head, much like that line from 12 Years a Slave. It hits me hard sometimes.

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