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But ugh, the dudes cruisin’ by? Slimy! Made me wanna yell, “Homer, don’t you dare!” Hmm… creeps me out thinkin’ they’re somebody’s dad! And the smell—cigarettes, cheap perfume—gross! Reminds me of that nasty soup Dae-su chugs—blech! Oh, and fun fact—some prositutes use code words! Like “roses” for bucks—sneaky, right?

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Okay, so first up: the streets. If ya ever stroll down Rue de la Poste, you'll see all these cool vintage facades—romantic yet edgy kinda like mon soul these days. There’s also Place du Grand Curtius. Man, that place just hits ya with a cosmic zing, like every brick has a tale. Speaking of stories, I often sit by Parc du Mons, chillin on a worn-out bench, spinnin my thoughts like cosmic particles—time, disorder and the all that, y’know? Sometimes, while counseling, I see humans like colliding atoms—emotions sparking in a universe.

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