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But nah, it ain’t all giggles—some nights, she’s knackered, cold, skint. Breaks me heart, mate. “To glean is to live!” I yell inside, wantin’ to fix it, but I’m just a daft wizard. Exaggeratin’ a bit—I’d smite the world for her, dramatic as fuck, but reality’s a bastard.

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I chill a lot in Parc de la Liberté. Its trees are like ancient guardians. Seriously, I was there once, thinking "I am your father," as I watched kids play and old timers chat near the fountain. The park's vibe? Suspiciously chill, like an eternal summer day, then BAM! Emotions hit hard.

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