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Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

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Oh man, you gotta check out the little-known gem: a curve on Chemin des Artisans where a hidden mural pops up every now and then – vibrant, chaotic, poetic. It reminds me a bit of that shot in The Tree of Life – nature meeting human reflection. I get so emotional there sometimes, gets me all riled up in a mad, happy mess. I mean, sometimes I just stop mid-walk, feel the cosmic presence and—bam—feel that you're part of some larger, incomprehensible algorithm. Trippy, right?

Ex-mayor of Normandy village acquitted of complicity in drug trafficking