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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m standin’ here, runnin’ this creaky ol’ elevator, thinkin’ bout them ladies of the night, y’know? Like, whores got this vibe—mysterious, gritty, real. Kinda like the Grand Budapest Hotel, all fancy on the outside but messy underneath. “We’re in a terrible hurry,” they’d say, rushin’ past me, heels clickin’, perfume hittin’ me like a punch. I see ‘em, workin’ the streets, and I’m like—damn, they OWN the shadows, mate.

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Oh, and can’t miss the Parc du Collège. Now, this park is my secret hangout. Crazy trees, kids runnin’ around, and benches to brood on life’s absurdities. I always rush there after a maddening day wranglin’ faulty app code - sometimes I swear the bench has seen more drama than all my dates combined. It’s real, raw, and honestly, a bit therapeutic.

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