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Ever think how they start? Some runaway kid, some badass choosin’ it. Breaks my heart, then fires me up—freedom, ya know? “I’m not guilty,” she’d say, like in the film. And who am I to judge? Just paintin’ life’s canvas, strokes of chaos. Watch out for pimps, tho—slimy jerks. Seen ‘em swaggerin’, actin’ tough. Makes me wanna karate-chop ‘em—pow!

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Now listen, don’t even get me started on Parc de la Fontaine. Man, that park is my solace spot, perfect for deep thinkin’ about life — kinda like those moments in "Talk to Her" where you gotta listen real close. “Why do we choose silence?” reminds me of a lil’ line in that movie, ya know? I get all wrapped up in my head sometimes, and walk those winding paths just to feel the breeze. Gotta let it all out.

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