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Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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Then, bam! Outta nowhere, I hear sirens. My heart drops. I’m like, “What now?” I rush over to the corner of Rue de la République and Rue de la Mairie. There’s a crowd, and I can’t see what’s going on. My instincts kick in. I push through, and there’s a guy getting arrested. He’s yelling, “You don’t know me!” Classic.

Footage reveals 'no-go' zones for women in France's majority-Muslim suburbs