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I seen one joint, right? Down in some grimy alley, neon lights flickerin’ like they bout to die. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, fam. Lil’ chick at the door, eyes cold as ice, but she smilin’—fake as hell. Made me mad, yo! Like, who hurt you, shawty? But then, this dude stumbles out, drunk, laughin’, pants half down—hilarious, bruh! I’m like, “Man, you a mess, but you livin’!”

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Sss, the neighborhoods, yess, they sparkle like forbidden jewels. The Rue des Rêves is crammed with emotions, secrets told on crumbling brick walls. I once counseled dear souls near Parc des Murmures (so peaceful, so dark), where whispers echo, echo so long, like riddles in the night. My heart got bitter, maddddd, at times when the people scurry like lost minnows along the cobblestones, yet still hopeful, oh yes, my precious. Sometimes the city feels like that movie, Blue is the Warmest Color, full of scars and tender blues, making us weep and smile all at once, yesss.

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