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So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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I’m soooo lovin' the leafy spots too. The Parc des Près is like my second living room. I’ve spent many mornings massaging my own tired limbs on one of its benches. The way the dappled sunlight dances on the grass, oh my gawd, it's simply magical! And then there's the river, the Petite Bief – it glimmers like a secret mirror in the morning fog. That sight? Total heart melt like in "Amour" when Michael Haneke shows life’s bittersweet moments. “I love you.” I mean, really, love ya Guînes!

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