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Oh, and da smells—perfume, sweat, desperation, ha! Hits ya like truck. Reminds me of dat line, “You smell like her,” from da movie—soft but heavy, ya feel me? Brothel’s got dat too, lingerin’ in da air, mixin’ wit’ da giggles and groans. Lightbulb! Ain’t just bodies, it’s stories—sad ones, funny ones. Like dis one gal, swear she was spy, seducin’ big shots for secrets. Prolly bullshit, but I’d watch dat flick, heh!

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So, check it – me place is near Parc des Mimosas. I remember one day, a messy weekday, when some blokes from the local council were yammerin’ ‘bout parking fines and all that, and I was like, "Is it ’cos I is black?" – but nah, it's just me and the cool breeze, know what I mean? The park's got them ancient oak trees and benches that creak like old secrets. Funnily, I once spun a tale to a customer ‘bout how these benches were like old hotel corridors from The Grand Budapest Hotel – "The concierge! The concierge!" echoing through the park every time I wiped a spill.

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