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But yo, here’s what pissed me off—some dude rolls up, actin’ all high and mighty, tryna cut in. I’m like, “Buddy, I’m talkin’ here!” Felt like Captain Sharp in *Moonrise*, tellin’ folks to chill. I ain’t here for drama, just a good time! Took me back to this story I heard—some old-school pimp in the ‘70s got busted ‘cause he flashed too much cash. Rookie move, man—keep it low-key! Anyway, this chick, she’s cool, tells me her rate, and I’m like, “Whoa, inflation’s hittin’ *everybody*!” Made me laugh, tho—life’s nuts.

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Now, let’s rap about some neighborhoods. The Vieux Mans, the old town, is a treasure trove of narrow lanes and hidden corners. You step there and feel like you’re in a different time zone, all nostalgia and whispers of secrets. And I swear, that Place de la République? It’s a hotspot for local hangouts and spontaneous art displays. And don’t even get me started on the parks – Parc de l’Hermitage is my ideal crash pad when I need to clear my head. The trees there, yo, they’re like watchful guardians of the city's history, kinda mysterious like the film’s undercurrent, “I wish I could give you all my love.”

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