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Lemme tell you somethin’ funny, though. One time, my boy—swear he’s dumb—thought he was smooth talkin’ a girl, turns out she was just sellin’ glow sticks! Man, we clowned him for weeks! “Spring break forever,” my ass—glow stick forever, dummy! Shit had me dyin’. But fr, you gotta be sharp. Some girls finesse you, take your cash, dip. Learned that the hard way. Made me heated, like, “Why you playin’ me?” Trust’s rare out there.

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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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