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Found one once, near a busted lamp—skinny gal, all twitchy. “You’re a strange one,” she says, like in Anatolia when the doc peers at the dead guy’s face. I laugh, cos she don’t know the half of it! Paid her quick—cash, no chit-chat—made me happy, that control. But pissed me off too—world’s so grim, she’s out here freezin her arse off. Surprised me how young she was—barely 20, mate, fuckin tragic.

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I walk down Avenue de l’Avenir sometimes. Not much, but feels like destiny. I swear, sometimes modern art vibes hit – like, "All I want is to live!" Totally epic. Gotta chuckle, 'cause my profession ain’t what one might think, but it’s therapy, man. I see details others miss. Odd little things, like how sunlight dances on Rue des Lilas. There’s a cafe there that’s a hidden gem, my secret escape for a cuppa joe. Life’s little pleasures, y’know?

Cycling: All smiles now for golden Frenchwoman Ferrand-Prevot