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Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – dunno why I’m yellin, just feels right. It’s a rush, findin em, but sad too – “I’m still here, still here!” – they’re fightin, like Szpilman. Me quirks? I hum “Paranoid” while scopin the streets, keeps me sane. Prossies, mate, they’re survivors, but the world’s a right bastard to em. That’s me take – sloppy, loud, real!

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The parks here are cool too – Parc des Nuages, with its scatter of happy little trees. I swear, walking there feels like paintbrush strokes on a canvas, soft and dreamy. I've spent many a twilight there, thinkin' about life, feelin' the cosmos in the rustle of leaves. And then there's the Le-Rivière that winds softly by our beloved old stone bridge on Pont des Souvenirs— that place gives me chills, kind of like a whisper from eternity, just as Terrence Malick muses.

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