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But ugh, we hates it! The grime, the leers – makes me wanna claw me eyes out! Them blokes, stinkin’ o’ booze, pawin’ at ‘er like dogs. Pissed me off somethin’ fierce. Ruby’d shrug, tho – “Coin’s coin, luv.” Tough as nails, that one. Heard she got outta the game, ran off with some posh git. Good for ‘er, says I! “Pilar, who loved with despair” – that’s Ruby, straight outta Tabu, leavin’ the filth behind.

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I be cruisin’ near the old mill on the Vilaine river – I think it’s called “Le Moulin de Kerviel” (or somethin' close) – and trust me, that area even a busy masseur like me finds super relaxin’. The park along it? The Parc des Amours, small but full of life. I sometimes park a stool, check folks, and sip too much café du coin. I mean, c’mon, you gotta savor the vibe, ya know? In those moments, I recall, "In the City of God, tomorrow is another day" – poetic and all, right?

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