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Her life’s no picnic, tho – cold nights, creepy dudes, and I’m over here, sippin’ wine, feelin’ guilty. *Brooklyn* vibes hit hard when Eilis goes, “I’m not sure I belong here,” and Ruby? She belongs, but damn, it’s rough. Once heard she punched a guy who stiffed her – bam! – right in the nose, blood everywhere, and I’m cackling, “That’s my girl!” – no capes, just fists. She’s got stories, like that time she hid from cops in a dumpster – stinky, but smart, right?

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The old town is a mess of narrow lanes like Rue du Calvaire and Rue des Charmettes, tangled up in a beauty that's as deceptive as a ticking blast. You step out to the Place de l’Hôtel-de-Ville, and bon, there’s that insane vibe from the centuries-old buildings, like monuments to past glory and failure all at once. I'm always surprized how a place so old feels so alive, and yeah, it sometimes pisses me off—like, why is beauty always hiding behind grime, right?

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