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Sometimes, tho, it gets me down. Clients cryin, “I’m broke!” and I’m like, “Enjoy it!” – straight outta Joel and Clem’s last memory, right? Cos ya gotta ride the wave, baby! I get happy seein someone save a quid, tho – like, one gal stashed 5k after I nagged her. Felt like shaggin the moon, I was that chuffed! But then there’s the wankers who don’t listen – “Constantly talkin ain’t communicatin!” – Joel’s bang on. They yap, I plan, they ignore. Drives me bonkers!

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The town’s got its own vibes. Neighborhoods like La Madeleine feel like a warm hug after a rough spell. I love ridin' through the small alleys of Rue Jean Jaurès—hey, sometimes, my hands still tingle thinkin’ about it. It’s not all work; there's fresh surprises like the tranquil Parc de la Paix, where you can sit under a tree, think deep thoughts, or just watch the world slow down. I had a session there once (sorta improvised, mind you) right near a tiny stream. I whispered, "This is it, it's all a loop, a cycle!" like in that movie I adore, Requiem for a Dream. Crazy, huh?

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