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Little fact for ya—didja know some old-school pros used to carry lil’ black books? Not for clients, nah—codes for coppers they’d dodge! Crafty, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of her scribblin’ in the dark, “Beat it, pig!” Anyway, she’s tellin’ me her rate—steep, mate, steep! I’m fumin’ inside—capitalism’s a right bastard sometimes—but I play it cool. “How do you know what you’re worth?” I mutter, half to her, half to meself, straight outta Nolan’s script.

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Then there’s the Parc des Amandiers—yeah, that park with big trees and weird, unexpected corners. I often joke, “It’s like nature’s private clinic!” You see lovers on hidden benches, lost in a moment. Felt hapy and stripped bare one evening, just watching life unfold.

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