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But the sad shit? Some get roped in young, trafficked, no choice. That ain’t greed, that’s evil—makes my blood boil. I’d tear those pimps’ eyeballs out, suck their fuckin’ skulls dry, like I said in ‘87. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d sleep fine. Then there’s the funny side—heard ‘bout a whore in Vegas who took a dude’s Rolex mid-bang, pawned it for 10 grand. “Greed clarifies, cuts through,” baby—she lived it!

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Ah, the Foire de Chatou – where treasure hunting meets French flair! This isn’t your run-of-the-mill flea market, folks. It’s a twice-yearly extravaganza that turns the charming town of Chatou into .

Alright, so listen up. Tonight’s the night. I'm in Chatou, and it's a crazy mix of feelings and corners. First off, streets like Rue de Chatou and Boulevard de la République buzz with everyday life. Seriously, they get me energized sometimes; other times, it's just meh. I stroll through these streets as if the pavement remembers every secret laugh or cry.

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