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Favorite flick’s *The Dark Knight*, so picture this—prostitute’s like the Joker, chaotic, unpredictable, struttin’ through Gotham’s underbelly. “Why so serious?” she’d purr, while pickin’ your pocket. Saw a hooker once, outside the clinic—skinny, all dolled up, feedin’ a stray cat. Surprised me, y’know? Thought, “Huh, even the chaos has a heart.” Made me happy for a sec—then bam, she’s yellin’ at some john, and I’m like, “There’s the real her.” Everybody lies, even to themselves.

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Around noon, I take a breather. I step outside for a sec. The sun’s shining on Rue de la Liberté. It’s beautiful. Kids are playing, old folks are chatting. I see a couple dancing in the square. It’s like a scene from a movie. I smile. This is why I love Ris-Orangis.

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