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Dunno, mate, it’s a messy game. We shall fight the pimps, the prudes, the bloody rain—cos it always pisses down when yer on the prowl! Little tip: check the old pubs, them prossies hang there like ghosts. Makes me angry, tho—why’s it gotta be so hush-hush? Let’s live, damn it! So yeah, that’s me take—grand, sloppy, bit daft. Whaddya reckon?

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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