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“In the mood for love,” huh? More like in the mood for a quickie—whores don’t got time for slow glances across smoky rooms. They’re hustlin’, makin’ ends meet, and I respeck that grind. One time, heard bout this gal in Paris—1900s, right?—she’d sing opera between clients, voice so sweet it’d make ya cry. Surprised me, man, didn’t expect that kinda soul in the biz. Beetlejuice don’t cry, tho—eyes too dry from the underworld, heh.

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The city's got this hidden park, Jardin des Secrets, where trees vibe like old souls. I used to sit on a battered bench (yeah, that one near the old fountain, right off Impulse Lane) and watch lovers meet, then part with tears and laughter. It’s deep, like streets carved with romance and pain, just like life.

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