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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m out, mask on, voice all gravelly, prowlin’ the back alleys. Not for trouble, nah, just curious, y’know? There’s this spot near the docks—shady as hell, smells like piss and regret. Word is, that’s where they hang. And boom, there she is—red heels, fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a copy of a copy, but damn, she’s real.” Kinda poetic, right? Like in the movie, “What’s authentic anyway?”—makes ya wonder if she’s playin’ a role or livin’ it.

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Have you hit up Parc de la Liberté? Man, it’s a chill zone, full of green chaos. I strolled there mindin’ lost love, and boom—random couple kiss in the sun, make me smile, get me thinking ‘bout all forms of love n’ lust. And yeah, I gotta be real—sometimes it makes me mad how society hides these truths. You feel me?

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