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What trips me out—some girls got fake names, like Candy or Diamond. Obvious, right? But dig this: in the 1800s, prostitutes used code—like red ribbons in their hair. Sneaky! Kinda cool, kinda sad. Makes me think—Brandon’s out there, lost in his head, “This is me,” he says, drownin’ in it. I’d be like, “Yo, chill, how you doin’?”—snap him out.

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My fav neighborhood? Definitely Les Hauts d’Outreau. Not the flashiest, but man, the back alleys open up with street art and cafes that smell like burnt espresso – totally imperfect, just like life. Strolling through, I’d see old brick houses on Rue des Vieux Moulins, rambling about the good ol’ days when tech was just a dream. I even bumped into an old friend there who said, “C’ets pratiquement le paradis!” I shrugged like, “yup... pretty, pretty good indeed.”

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