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Oh, but the pimps? SCUM. Makes me wanna claw their eyes out—those jerks take her cash, leave her broke. Happy tho, when she told me—get this—she saved up for a friggin’ CAR! “The wire’s live,” she laughed, quotin’ my fave film, dodgin’ danger daily. HA! She’s a badass, I swear—tougher than me pickin’ lipstick shades. Ever think ‘bout how she smells? Cheap perfume, probs—covers the grit. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet she’s got stories wilder than Fran’s dating tales!

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First stop? The bakery on Rue de la Liberté. You know the one. The smell of fresh baguettes hits me like a brick wall. I grab a croissant, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there, looking like a mess, and the baker just laughs. I mean, come on, dude! I’m trying to enjoy my breakfast here!

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