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Now, here’s where I got mad – she’s out there, freezin her tail off, and I’m like, why’s the world gotta be so damn harsh? Pissed me off, seein her shiverin like that. But then, she cracks this joke bout her “boss” – some pimp who’s all talk, no game – and I’m laughin so hard I nearly pee myself. “How’s that workin for ya, huh?” I say, and she just winks. Sassy as hell! Surprised me, though – she’s got this spark, ya know? Not just some sad story. Made me happy, seein that fight in her. Reminds me of that scene – “The dead don’t care.” But she does, y’all, she’s alive, kickin!

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So, I’m strolling down Rue de la 1ère Armée. The cobblestones are all uneven, and I almost tripped like three times. I’m like, “C’mon, Saverne, get it together!” But then I see this little café, Le Café de la Paix. The smell of fresh croissants hits me, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe you’re not so bad.” I grab a café au lait and a pain au chocolat. Heaven in my mouth, dude.

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