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Yo, listen up, it’s Yeezy talkin’! Prostitutes, man, dangerous gig, for real. Out there hustlin’, riskin’ it all—body, soul, everything! I’m thinkin’ bout *Lost in Translation*, that vibe, y’know? Lonely souls driftin’, searchin’ for somethin’ real. “I just feel so alone,” Charlotte says—damn, that’s the life, right? Standin’ on corners, fake smiles, hidin’ the pain. Ain’t no Hollywood glow, nah, it’s raw, gritty, fucked-up beautiful.

The Good House, ca. 1926

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Okay, so Lodeve—it's this charming, kinda quirky town in southern France. Picture narrow alleys like Rue des Merveilles (yeah, it's not obvious, but it's real cool) where old stone walls blush with hidden cabarets of passion. Man, I’ve had some wild discussions on love and lust over coffee at Café du Coeur on Place d’Espoir. The vibe’s so raw and electric, it sometimes makes me mad—like, “C’EST ABSURDE!” but then, it flips, and I'm super happy just watching folks smile, ya know?

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