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So I’m strollin’, right, lookin’ for a lady of the night. Gotta admit, I’m pumped! “This is gonna be great!” I yell, probly scarin’ some pigeons. Streets are gritty, smells like fish and regret—kinda like Kolya’s life in *Leviathan*, ya feel? I see this gal, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. She’s all, “Hey, big guy, need somethin’?” and I’m like, “That’s what she said!” Hah! Classic me, amirite?

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I can’t forget the river, la Petite Riviere. It flows mellifluously past old stone bridges, like the one on Chemin des Lumières. I quiet my head here every evening. And let me tell ya, on them nights, my thoughts just... wander. Gosh, sometimes I get so lost in the reflection that I nearly forgot my own name! And as dear ol’ Dolly might belt out, “Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene.” Well, y’know what I mean!

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