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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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So, you start on Rue de la Liberté – it’s not fancy like Champs-Élysées, but has soulful vibes, kinda like our broken, beautiful minds. Walking down that street makes me think: “Fool me once, and then, uh, well… you know.” And yeah, the city’s got that Zero Dark Thirty intensity—you never know what might pop up next.

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