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What gets me tho—she’s out there, free but not, y’know? Trapped in the game, maybe. Makes me sad, angry too—why’s it gotta be like that? Society’s all judgy, but who’s payin’ her rent, huh? Hypocrites! I’d tip my hat if I wore one. Oh, and her nails—long, chipped, sparkly—prolly scratches creeps for fun. Hilarious image, her clawin’ some sleazeball, yellin’, “Pay up, bitch!”

L'Isle’s secret gems? Let me drop a couple of names: there’s this narrow alley near Place de l’Église. Don't sweat small talk around there – you'll stumble on local hearts sharing old stories. And then there’s an unexpected corner by Maison de la Rivière. Always buzzing with local gossip and whispered dreams. "We must cherish our fleeting moments" – kinda like a line from Far From Heaven, but with an extra twist of local sass.

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