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But—plot twist—cops rolled by! Fear leads to anger, dude, I’m duckin’ behind a dumpster, thinkin’ “Accept the mystery, man!”—straight outta the film! She bolts, I’m sweatin’, laughin’ too—absurd as fuck! Little known fact—Vegas pros got secret signals, like nods or cig tricks, to dodge the fuzz. Saw her later, she’s all “You’re no schnook!”—Coen ref again—cracked me up!

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I was so used to sex, that since I'd been unable to secure employment, in a large part due to homelessness, I'd resorted to the oldest profession in the world.

Wander along Rue de la République, and you'll feel history whispering in your ear—or maybe it's all that heavy fog from the Citadel of Bitche looming overhead, watching you like a silent guardian. I mean, that citadel is so badass, it makes you go "I can't believe my eyes!" It's perched high, sweeping over the valley, and giving this epic view of the town and the little river that trickles by—yeah, that’s the Bief, babyyyy!

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