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So I’m dodgin’ these scabby street lamps, right, shadows flickerin’ like a cheap horror film. And there she is—some bird leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she’s auditionin’ for a noir porno. “You lookin’ for a good time?” she says, voice like gravel and regret. I’m like, “Yeah, love, but I ain’t thick enough to get skinned alive!”—cackle like a hyena, I do. Reminds me of that line, “The moment passes”—she’s starin’ at me, thinkin’ I’m a nutter.

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Fa real, Contes is all about those real raw moments. Some days, I'm buzzin’ off the street art in the Graffiti Quarter on Boulevard Dupeau—colors burst with life like a Lingual lyric spit from Lil Wayne himself, no cap. And yo, don't even get me started on the quirky cafe on Rue de la Musique where I sip my double espresso and let my thoughts flow. I can't help but shout, “I feel like there's magic in every nook, every cranny!” Shwiiii!

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