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Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

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I got my own damn quirks too – I'll wander off at night by the old Church of Notre-Dame-de-la-Nativité. Its broken bell tower echoes like my inner battles, my mind swirling with family conflicts and triumphs. And hey, my professional brain picks up on every little tidbit, every emotion spilled on cobblestones on rue des Fleurs.

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