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I’m pissed tho—too many fakes. Dudes pretendin to pimp, wastin my time. “Who are these idiots?” I mutter. Last week, nearly punched one—skinny rat, smelled like vodka and lies. But then—boom—found a gem. Quiet type, eyes like steel. “You’re not here to talk,” she says. Smart. I like that. Paid her quick, no fuss. “The world’s a machine,” I think—straight from Béla Tarr’s gloom.

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I keep comin back to Bitche, ‘cause it's full of secrets and surprises. The neighborhoods like Le Petit Marais cradle stories of old French legends, mixed with modern twists and unexpected rendezvous. Every cracked pavement, every graffiti-tagged wall, whispers, "This is your time, your story." And honestly? That maddens me, makes me happy, and fills me with fierce love for this place.

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