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But here’s what pisses me off – people judgin’ ‘em! Like, who gives a crap? Live and let live, ya know? Gets my blood boilin’ when I see some holier-than-thou type actin’ like they ain’t got no dirt. Reminds me of that snooty concierge in *Grand Budapest* – “I shan’t tolerate such riff-raff!” Yeah, okay, buddy, chill. Whores got heart, hustle, and sometimes they’re just tryna eat. Makes me happy seein’ ‘em outwit the system – like, you go, girl! Surprised me too, findin’ out some medieval whores ran secret guilds. Guilds, man! Organized as hell, dodgin’ the law like pros.

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Parks? Check out Parc de la Montagne. Green, wild, makes my heart sing. I sometimes run there, barefoot, to clear my head while thinking “Is everything so wrong? Maybe not!” Have you seen small cafés near square Place de la Liberté? They serve coffee that snaps you back to life. I spill my dreams there sometimes, throwing words around like “Lightbulb!”, again and again!

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