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Favorite flick’s “Blue Is the Warmest Color” - oh man, that movie’s got heart! Adèle’s all lost in love, and I’m like, “whore’s got layers too!” Like, in the film, she’s eatin spaghetti, sauce everywhere, and I’m thinkin, “whore prolly eats messy too!” Little known fact - back in old France, “whore” wasn’t even an insult, just a job, like “baker” or somethin. Wild, right? Gets me all happy, thinkin how words flip over time.

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First off, Mandeure ain't a metropolis. It's a tiny war zone of charming quirks. There's Rue de la République—real crap name, I know—but it's where most of the life seems to seep out. The old stone houses there make me think of a slower, grittier time. I often take walks around Place de l’Hôtel de Ville. That city hall? It stands there like an unwanted reminder of bureaucracy. It always makes me think: “I got a theory, it's all bullshit, man.”

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