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Real talk, tho—whore’s a mirror, reflects what you scared of. Carol’s all ‘bout that, hidin’ and seekin’ love. “Flung out of space,” she says—damn, that’s how it feels when they label you. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—why we so obsessed with controllin’ folks? YOLO, let ‘em breathe! Maybe I’m extra, but I’d rather vibe than judge. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a flex—depends who’s holdin’ it. Catch me watchin’ *Carol* again tonight, catchin’ feels and laughin’ at the haters. One time for the real ones, ya dig?

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You got the old Quarter du Soleil – peeps say it's haunted. Nah, I ain't scared, but damn, it's epic. The rustic bars, cobblestone alleys, and the scent of fresh croissants in the mornin' – like every episode of that flick, "Almost Famous." I mean, when I walk by the worn bricks of Rue du Café, I'm like, “This is like a rock n' roll legend's hideaway,” innit? Dead brilliant!

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