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Ya know what suprised me? How chill she was—like, she’s out here hustlin’, but she’s got this whole code, won’t snitch on her girls, kinda like the team in the movie stickin’ together. I’m thinkin’, “Wow, loyalty on the streets, who knew?” Made me wanna hug her, but I’m like, “Fran, chill, this ain’t a romcom!” Oh, and get this—some gals use burner phones, just like the CIA dudes, keepin’ it all hush-hush. Sneaky, right?

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Now, neva forget the quirky alley near Rue Fontenoy, oh my gosh, the stains of time there, little cafes that hide behind their facades, and art that defies everything. The place is so improvised, like me missin’ a few letters here... oh, I mean, like I'm missin' a few typos! Splendid, my precious, splendiferous! I even sometimes scribble notes in a napkin when I feel emotional, scribbles of hope and tender advice for my clients.

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