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Me, I’d never—too precious, me babysittin’ gig. But if ya wanna, check X, sniff ‘round—don’t get caught, stupid hobbitses! Angry, I gets, thinkin’ ‘bout the risks—happy when it’s just a story. “Fuck the clients!”—not me words, movie’s, but fits, don’t it? Hiss! What a world, eh—filthy, fun, fucked!

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I also dig wandering around the Montmartre-like slopes near Rue des Fleurs. Ha, not exactly Montmartre, but it’s got that boho spirit. I remember one night in a pub on that street – the air was thick with secrets and lies, cool music, and that intoxicating feeling of limitless potential. It made me so happy – but a bit mad, too, cause it's wild how people hide who they really are. Sometimes I think, “Qu'est-ce que c'est?” yeah, just like dolly whispers from Talk to Her.

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