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Once caught her arguin’ with a punter – “You owe me, you filth!” – pure drama, like Claire Denis filmin’ it herself. Surprised me, her guts! Reckon she’d stab ya soon as bed ya. Me mind goes wild – reckon she’s got a stash somewhere, gold under the mattress, untaxed, untracked! Drives me bonkers, it does – me, the numbers freak, watchin’ her dodge the books.

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In Questembert, every street corner's a movie scene. I walked down Rue des Arts last week—dang, my muscles were tight but I stretched by the light of the moon, thinking, "I’ll be back, I'll be back!" like Arnold himself. Every smell, sound, and sight is laced with character, and trust me – it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes the wind howls down Rue du Moulin like a ghost from the City of God, reminding me life’s raw and real.

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