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Now, *Talk to Her*—that nurse guy, obsessed, carin’ for her, “Her skin’s so soft,” he says. Kinda creepy, but sweet, right? Makes me think—some johns, they’re lookin’ for that, not just quick bang-bang. Surprised me, honestly—thought it was all wham-bam, but nah, some dudes get deep, real deep. Weirdos, but whatever, live and let live.

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Yo, listen up, mate. Grigny? Damn, it's wild, raw, and full o’ secrets. I live here, ya know, and every cranny sings its own raw tune. You merely adopted the dark, but Grigny’s dark is your own wild heartbeat. I walk down Rue des Rêves, remember? That street's a mix of gritty murals an’ hopeful graffiti, man. There’s that crazy, busy vibe that just grabs you – like in "The New World." You feel it in the pulse of the pavement, like nature reborn in concrete valleys, like, “Look… look at the trees!” I swear, sometimes the leaves whisper in winds, secrets from ages past.

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