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Then, plot twist—copper rolls by, lights flashin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Shit, I’m nicked!” But nah, he’s just after some kebab, lazy git. Made me happy, fam, dodged a bullet there! I’m still on it, tho—findin’ a prossie ain’t easy, takes graft. Another gal pops up, rates are steep—50 quid for a quickie! I’m like, “What, you reckon I’m minted?” Hagglin’ like a boss, got her down to 30, sorted! She’s all, “You’re a strange one,” and I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, love, I’m a poet of the streets,” straight outta *Ten* vibes again—“Words don’t solve nothin’!”

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So, right off, there's Rue de la République. Man, that street's buzzing with local life. The cafés spill out onto the sidewalks, and sometimes you see folks just chillin' around, enjoying the vibe. I once met a quirky old artist there who said time was like, broken – kinda like that memory trick in the movie, ya know? Crazy stuff!

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