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Me toughts? Brothels are messy, ya. Some dark, some shiny. “Dis life, it consumes,” like da movie says – chew ya up, spit ya out. But den, lightbulb! Some lads and lasses choose it, own it, flip da script. Dat’s wat I dig – guts, ya know? Still, creeps me out, da sleazy blokes lurkin’. Ugh, makes me wanna punch somethin’!

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Oh, and the parks – wow, the parks! Parc des Vents swirls alongside an ancient river, the Ruisseau des Âmes. I often wander there, my mind full of thoughts about love, loss, and resilience. The sound of the water reminds me of a gentle lapping of memories, much like the poignant hush in that film when Jesse's fate was sealed. Haven't ya ever felt that when the wind softly sobs through the trees?

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