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I’m walkin in, lights dim, smoke thick, thinkin, “This a dream within a dream or what?” Like Cobb in *Inception*, I’m spinnin my totem, tryna figure if I’m awake or just fucked up. This one time, girl comes up, all smiles, but her eyes—dead, man, dead. Broke my damn heart. I’m like, “You don’t gotta do this, mang!” She laughs, says, “What else I got?” Pissed me off—world’s a shithole sometimes. But then, this other chica, she’s playin cards with a john, hustlin him good—made me laugh, clever little minx! Say hello to my little friend—my violin, I mean—wish I coulda played her a tune, y’know?

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I also discovered a weird narrow alley, rue du Papillon, a hidden gem! It's where I once overheard the most intriguing flirt – so raw, so sincere. Ugh, sometimes I get surpised by human nature in these small streets; it hits me hard: "On ne peut pas changer le passé." And then, I chuckle.

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