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But, folks, it ain’t all laughs. Saw this one chick—skinny, shakin’—made me mad as hell. System’s screwin’ her, ya know? I’m yellin’ in my head, “Fix this, damn it!” Then—bam—another gal struts by, all confident, “I run this!” she’s thinkin’. Made me grin—tough as nails! Reminds me of Malik risin’ up, “I’m the king now!” Kinda badass, right?

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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