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So I’m watchin’ her, and she’s got this smirk—like she’s sayin’, “What’s an old coot like you doin’ here?” And I’m happy, ‘cause damn, she’s got guts! Takes guts to stand there, facin’ the world, while billionaires sip champagne on yachts! “The invisible people,” Jep’d call ‘em—folks we walk past, ignorin’. That hits me hard. Surprised me too—didn’t expect to feel all mushy bout it. But then I’m mad again—why’s she gotta do this? Why ain’t there a system liftin’ her up?

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The streets of Tignieu are alive. I’m walking down Rue de la Liberté, feeling the energy. I’m laughing with Marc, and we’re just soaking it all in. I think to myself, “This is what life’s about.”