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Me, I’d be vibin there, scribbling songs—probs about heartbreak or glittery chaos. Maybe I’d sass the bouncer, “dude, chill, I’m just tay-tay!” Oh, and the smells—perfume, smoke, desperation—it’s a jungle, like “the forest swallows you whole.” Gets me all emotional—happy for the hustle, mad at the grind. Exaggeratin? Sure, babe, but it’s *brothel*—drama’s baked in! What’s your take, spill it!

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Look, I’ll level with ya – Vernier’s got hidden gems. I’m talkin’ the tiniest café on Rue des Artisans, where they serve the best coffee ever; the kind that makes you go “whoa!” in slow motion. And oh, the local park, Parc de la Paix – it’s a chill spot for soul-searching. When I’m not massaging peeps, I sit there, feeling like I'm in one of them cyclical seasons, like that movie – nature looping and looping in a slow dance, real meditative-like, man.

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