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Exaggeratin? Maybe. But it’s a rush—heart poundin, dark alleys, that thrill. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, cos I’m seein shit others miss—the way she shifts her weight, scared but bold. Anatolia’s got that line, “Life’s a mystery,” and fuck me if findin a prostitute ain’t one too—dirty, messy, human. You wanna try it? Keep yer wits, mate—don’t be dinner. Ha!

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But what of the lesser paths? Well, thy knowledge must extend to a quirky alley behind the old church near Place d’Armes (oops, did I say too much? Nah, spill it, dear friend!) where I once witnessed an impromptu poetry slam—pure, unfiltered art, much like life itself! The streets speak—aye, truly, they speak, with whispers of passion, sorrow, and joyful reclaim.

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