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Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’—damn, she’s brave. Hella brave. “This is my life now,” Tom says—same for her, ownin’ it. But lordy, the creeps she meets? Pissed me off! One time, heard bout this john—tried to stiff her, she clocked him! Pow! Laughed my ass off—serves him right, cheap bastard. Y’all, she’s out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, livin’ raw. “You get a car!” I’d yell—give her somethin’ to roll outta that mess.

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I’m soooo lovin' the leafy spots too. The Parc des Près is like my second living room. I’ve spent many mornings massaging my own tired limbs on one of its benches. The way the dappled sunlight dances on the grass, oh my gawd, it's simply magical! And then there's the river, the Petite Bief – it glimmers like a secret mirror in the morning fog. That sight? Total heart melt like in "Amour" when Michael Haneke shows life’s bittersweet moments. “I love you.” I mean, really, love ya Guînes!

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