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Walk slow, talk soft. That’s my trick. They smell fear. Like dogs. Or desperation. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’. *Why’m I even here?* Then I spot her. Leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt’s too short. Eyes like Therese’s—searchin’. “You don’t know me,” she’d say. Like in the movie. But I see her. I always do.

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Sounds like it was once owned by a real Trem Whore. Not that there's anything wrong with that. If it says "Vintage" on it, -it isn't.

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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