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Best bit? She whispers, “I don’t feel anything,” like dat movie line—chilled me bones. Was she jokin’? Broken? Dunno, but I liked it, dat dark edge. Prostitues—prostitutes, ugh, typos!—they’re a gamble, ya? Some rob ya blind, some got stories dat’d make ya cry. Me, I’m just Gru, wantin’ a laugh, a tumble, and no damn pimps. “Lightbulb!”—next time, I’m pickin’ smarter, ya hear? Stay sharp, mates, dat’s da game!

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So, Leers is weirdly split, like tiny shards of past and present. The ol’ Rue de la Gare, damn near my fave, winds 'round like a twisted memory. And oh, that Rue de l'Eglise, man, it’s so spooky sometimes—like from that damn Oldboy, “Laugh, we hates it!” style. The streets got a vibe, ya know? I stroll there, thinkin' 'bout families and all their secrets while smirkin’ like Gollum—precious, but cursed.

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