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Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

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And lemme not forget the streets; nah, these ain't your usual concrete mazes. Naw, more like meandering alleys with surprises. There's a tiny bakery on Rue des Rêves that smells like heaven every mornin’. I got half-crazy and ordered one of those donuts—they were lovely and messy, just like life!

Nazareth doubles park size with purchase of Moravian-owned woods