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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Max. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the pottery museum!” I’m like, “Pottery? Really?” But I’m curious, so I head over to the Musée de la Faïence. It’s on Rue de la Gare, and let me tell ya, it’s way cooler than I thought. They’ve got these insane ceramic pieces. I’m talkin’ about stuff that looks like it’s from another planet. I’m snapping pics, and this old lady next to me starts chatting. She’s all, “You know, Sarreguemines was famous for its pottery!” I’m like, “Yeah, I totally knew that.” (I didn’t.)

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