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So, imagine this, pal. You’re strollin’ down some grimy street—happy little shadows dancin’. I’d be whisperin’ to myself, “Just keep it chill, Bob.” Lookin’ for a prostitute ain’t like pickin’ daisies. Takes guts, or maybe stupidity—ha! Streets got their own rules, ya feel me? Like that line, “I didn’t see anything.” Total denial, but you’re *lookin’*. Eyes peeled, heart racin’ a lil.

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Anecdote time: I was walkin’ through the old neighboorhood of Saint-Lux, near the river Lune, defnitely one of my fav spots. The river, it ripples like some groovy soundtrack from Goodbye to Language – “Surreal is not a mood, but a state.” I felt smt deep in my soul, like every stroke of water was whispering secrets, ya know?

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