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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

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I love wanderin' and capturing odd moments. Like that one rainy day on Chemin des Reflets – so many puddles reflecting the neon signs. I swear it was magic, like a snippet of "Holy Motors", where life's ridiculous twists make you go, "Whoa!" And hey, if you’re into quirky cafes, check out Café Lueur on Place Mystère. It’s got mad character and the best croissants, even though I sometimes deliberately misspell “croccons” in my texts.

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