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Fun fact, yesss—knew this prossie once, called herself “Duchess,” swore she bedded a senator, got paid in gold coins! True? Who knows, precious, but she flashed ‘em, shiny lil’ bastards, clinkin’ in her purse. “Far out, man,” I says, like Doc, trippin’ on her hustle. Surprised me, she was smart—read books, knew shit, not just a body for sale. Made me happy, seein’ her laugh, tellin’ me ‘bout tricks who cried after, lonely sods. “S’like, wow, man,” I thinks, “she’s got soul, precious!”

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After that, I’m feelin’ kinda inspired. I head to Place de l’Église. There’s this little market goin’ on. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I grab some strawberries. They’re so sweet, I could eat ‘em all day. But then, I see this guy tryin’ to haggle over a bunch of radishes. Like, c’mon, man, it’s just radishes! But he’s all serious, like it’s a life-or-death situation. I can’t help but chuckle. Tregunc’s got its quirks, for sure.