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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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Seriously, Chassieu’s got hidden spots: a mural behind the old theatre near Boulevard de la Liberté (yep, that’s a real gem) where wall art spills secrets, much like coded whispers from memories past… and uhm, a tiny bookstore on Chemin des Lilas. It’s quirky, full of dog-eared pages and nostalgia, like your favorite mixtape on a rainy day.

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