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Sometimes I think, man, is this even worth it? Scrollin’, chattin’, dodgin’ weirdos. Then I’m like, “C’mon, Bart, live a little!” It’s like Gustave says, “Keep your hands off my lobby boy!” – except it’s me guardin’ my own vibe. Hella drama, hella fun. Oh, and don’t get me started on the awkward “after” part – yikes! You’re both like, “Uh, see ya?” Total trainwreck!

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Yo, listen up, motherf**er! I'm in Haubourdin, the wild little gem near Lille. This place got streets like Rue Jean Jaurès – yeah, that one – and the rustic, little paths near Place de la Mairie that just vibe with your soul. I'm a family psych dude, so I see all that hidden shit. And picture this: walking down Rue Marcel Duchamp, my mind goes "Amélie, Amélie, you whimsical genius!" I swear, it's like living in a freakin' movie sometimes.

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