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Now, I ain’t judgin’, me—*cave felis*, live and let live, yeah? Saw this one tart in Soho once, swear she had a glow, like them lanterns in Miyazaki’s bathhouse. Made me happy, that—beauty in the muck, *lumen in tenebris*, light in the dark! Little known fact: back in Victorian times, some prossies were secret artists—drew sketches of punters between jobs. Ain’t that wild? Bet she’d have fit right in with Yubaba’s lot, hagglin’ for a better gig.

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I can’t forget Parc de la Loire; it’s a slice of heaven with grassy patches to sprawl on. The river, La Rive, gently curls by. I always say, “Look at the river, just keepin’ on even when life’s rough.” True as hell. Sometimes I get mad at traffic noise on Chaussée des Artisans, but then I remember how resilient we are, like the survivors in those intense film moments.

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