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But here’s what gets me mad—those sleazy pimps, takin’ cuts like they’re paintin’ the Sistine Chapel. Screw that! I’d rather see her keep the cash, ya know? Build her a little nest egg, maybe invest in some stocks—happy little dividends! Surprised me once, readin’ bout this prostitute in Nevada who saved up, bought a ranch. Goals, man, goals! Makes me wanna cheer, “You go, girl, beat that labyrinth!”

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As windows slammed in the wind, melancholia rushed through my vein. How loftily the sky roars. How quickly the gale moves. As the willow whirled in the wind.

Chutes-Lavie’s a hella blend of beauty and raw, gritty charm. Every corner tells a story, a silly dance, a bit like, “I never forget what you do, even if you forget me.” And, er, then there’s that echo: “Dogville’s truth is in your shadow.” I ain’t kidding, mate, it's mad poetic.

The House of Chutes-Lavie / Damien Fluchaire & Julien Cogne