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But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

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Started off on Rue de la République. You know, the main drag. I’m rollin’ in, ready to blast some old paint off a building. But guess what? The whole street’s blocked! Like, seriously? I’m sittin’ there, fuming in my truck. I mean, c’mon, Tarare! Can’t a guy work in peace?

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