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We get to this shady motel, smells like piss and regret. She’s strippin, I’m growlin—Rarrgh!—thinkin, “This is my fate, ain’t it?” Fun fact: oldest profession, right? Back in Rome, they had brothels with menus—blows ya mind. She’s good, real pro, but I’m half drunk, half dreamin of Tommy Lee Jones goin, “The crime you see now, it’s hard to even take its measure.” Makes me laugh mid-thrust—awkward as fuck.

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So picture this: you're wanderin’ down rue des Lilas, a narrow street with lilac trees, that sweet scent every spring, leavin’ you with memories of that magic moment in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" – like, "Life flows in circles, baby." I always get misty thinkin’ bout that line, especially when I’m watchin’ locals flirt and wander around, echoing the movie's cyclic nature of love and loss. Man, it's like every day’s a new season.

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