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Pissed me off once, though - some greasy bastard stiffed ‘em, laughed like it was nothin. Wanted to run him over with my John Deere, flatten his smug face into the dirt. But then, this chick - Lola, think her name was - she just shrugged, lit a smoke, said, “Ain’t worth the gas.” Cool as hell, Clarice, made me grin. Happy as a pig in shit, I was, watchin her sass that fool. Brothels got grit, y’know? Ain’t all glitter and moans - it’s real, ugly, beautiful.

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The neighborhoods are so unique. Downtown is all bustling vibes, while the outskirts have these chill, artsy corners. Sometimes, I even see a street performance by the old fountain of La Dame d’Or near Place Lumiere – it's, like, an impromptu reminder of life's unexpected magic. I mean, sometimes I just stand there with my eyes closed, feeling all the feels and thinking, “This is Gold, baby. This is Holy Motors realness!”

After being virtually eradicated, the muskrat is back in Flanders