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*Slow inhale* I am your father. Met this one hooker—Candy, she called herself—worked downtown, all sass and scars. Reminded me of Maria, ya know, from *White Material*. “I stay because I stay,” she’d say—fuckin’ stubborn, like she owned the street. Had this trick once, guy stiffed her—literally, keeled over mid-bang. Heart attack! She laughed, said, “Least he went happy.” Dark humor, man, gotta love it. Pissed me off, though—dude didn’t pay! Cheap bastard.

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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.