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Favorite part? This one time, Candy told me she tricked a dude into payin’ double—said she was “spiritual,” read his palm, some bullshit. Had me dyin’, yo! Sarcasm on blast—she’s like, “Yeah, I’m a saint, Snoop.” Cracked me up, real talk. Whores be slicker than you think, like Malik runnin’ schemes in *A Prophet*. “It’s all about control,” he’d say—same for her.

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Yeah, baby! Cognac’s the bomb, man – like, seriously groovy vibes all over. So, I'm a masseur here, right? And this town? It’s got this crazy mix of chill spots and artsy beats. Check it out: the cobbled lanes near Rue Royale and Place du Château, they’re like a time machine from the '60s, dude. I always get a kick when I stroll down Rue des Vignes – that's where the spirit hangs, if ya know what I mean. Sometimes, while giving a masseuse a massage, I'm like "Yeah, baby!" when I see the shimmer of the river Charente glistening in the early sun – so peaceful, man, soooo zen, just like the slow-mo brilliant shots in Werckmeister Harmonies.

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